Minuet: And the Captain made him an Acting Ensign and let him fly the ship?
Minuet: Let me guess. To make First Contact with the Milf planet.
Riker: Ha, he wishes. More like Starfleet Command's General Order Seven.
Minuet: "No vessel under any condition, emergency or otherwise, is to visit Talos IV." Ouch.
Picard: I'd break her like the prime directive.
K'Ehleyr: It was the leather armor.
Worf: Oh? So it doesn't smell like wet targ entrails in here?
Beverly: Oh I misunderstood, I thought you said you wanted to be my backdoor Picard, not sell door-to-door unitards.
Picard: Shall I go?
Beverly: I didn't say that.
Geordi: Another Co-Co-No-No?
Christy: Gee, I was really looking forward to some fungus.
Geordi: That hasn't even happened yet!
Troi: Should we tell him it's Horta pheromone?
Riker: Nah, let him figure it out on his own.