LaForge: Dammit, there's that glare again! Where's it coming from??
Picard: Oh look at me! I'm Number One. I wax my slide trombone in my quarters alone and cry myself to sleep.
Riker: You don't wax a trombone, sir.
Picard: I defer to your expertise, Number One.
Wait, it says "We received your request for information. Before we begin sending you the course corrections you requested, we want to be certain we have your permission. CONFIRM BY VISITING THE LINK BELOW -"
Just click it.
"Click the link above to give us permission to send you information. It's fast and easy! If you cannot click the
full URL above, please copy and paste it into your web browser."
Click it now! Please!
If you do not want to confirm, simply ignore this message."
I SWEAR TO SHAKAREE I WILL STEER US INTO A STAR!
Worf: It was the chair.
Data: Bridge methane levels up ten percent.
Geordi: Ooh, The colors....
Ensign: If you make love the way you repair ODN networks, I hope your girlfriend's Brazilian. Just sayin'.