Riker: Give me an Adam and Eve on a soliton wave, a gobfly in a spatial anomaly, a Frenchman's delight with a Harry Mudd in the alley, a bowl of red matter and targ biscuits hold the space dust! Data: Why do they always seat me next to the kitchen? Worf: Sir, my old Russian mother called. She wants her toilet cozy back. Quinn: No Whammies! Geordi: I hate Space Win Lose or Draw! Picard: I don't know why she has to schedule all our spatial enemas for the same time. Or why they are even necessary. Picard: Erm, I'm sorry I called you Skeletor in your holodeck training program, Worf. You were clearly playing He-Man. Worf: The other guy's face was a skull!