Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Jul 4, 2012.
WORF: A fat Ferengi...
WORF (over comm): ...has just entered the establishment.
RIKER: Is that Melor Famagal I hear?
WORF (over comm): It is.
RIKER: I'm on my way.
OMAG (pounding on the table): Where's the waiter? Is there a waiter in this sorry place?
RIKER: Is there a problem?
Omag: Yes. I need more napkins.
Riker: Use your sleeve.
Omag: What did you say?
Riker: Use one of their sleeves, I don't care.
Omag: Who are you?
Riker: Commander William Riker, U.S.S. Enterprise.
Omag: Am I supposed to stand up and salute?
Riker: We're investigating the disappearance of a Vulcan Ship.
Omag: Well, you've got the wrong Ferengi. I never deal in Vulcan ships.
Riker: We know you were involved.
Omag: Who would want a Vulcan ship? Vulcans are pacifists. I deal in warships. Can somebody get me a napkin?
Riker: Who would want a Vulcan ship?
Omag: Hypothetically speaking?
Riker: Hypothetically speaking.
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