Picard: What is this, a Starbucks? Get all these douchebags off the bridge. Worf: Don't you think you all are standing a little too far to catch me? Picard: Oh turn around, Worf. This is a trust exercise. Picard: Prepare a shipment of Victorian collars, floor-length skirts and granny boots for the Edo, Data. Edo God: OH NO HE DI'IN'T! Geesh, Data and his Spot Instagrams. Remmik: The strippers are stuck in security, Admiral. The metal detectors keep going off in sensitive areas. Vulcan Admiral: Well it is Starfleet Command - the whole place is a sensitive area!