Riker: I think--
Picard: No you don't. If I want to hear something stupid, I'll ask Wesley. You do what I tell you and if I want your opinion, I'll give it to you.
Picard: What the hell happened?
Q: You're pregnant, dear.
Imperial Warbird Khazara Log, Stardate 46533.2: You'd think this Starfleet pilot was blind or something.
Riker: I let a couple dozen Ferengi capture this ship... oh my, I'm never getting a command now.
Worf: We are mated. We must now solemnize our union with the oath!
Troi: I was drunk, Worf.
Worf: You think I wasn't?