Picard: ...and Worf, I can see you touching Troi's bum in the reflection on the viewscreen.
Picard: What are you doing Number One?
Riker: Chief Argyle told me to hold down this switch to make the engines go.
Picard: ... How long ago was that?
Riker: Six hours ago.
Picard: I think you can take your hand off now.
Yar: What's he talking about?
Worf: I don't know. For some reason, he's got this crazy, whacked-out idea that we're going on a fishing holiday.
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0424253/?ref_=tt_trv_quYar: Fishing holiday?
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0057368/?ref_=tt_trv_quRiker: [Reads letter] "Dear Riker, we're going on a fishing holiday to that ocean planet we passed two days ago. We tried to wake you, but couldn't. See you in three days".
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0057368/?ref_=tt_trv_quWhy didn't you just say: "Dear Riker, we're going on a fishing holiday and we don't want you to come"?
Yar: See, that's what I said we should say!
Riker: I don't believe anybody would want to go on a fishing holiday when they know there's no fish.
Worf: We used to do it all the time back home. Used to go down the canal. Never any fish in that. We used to go condom fishing. I swear, one time I caught this 2lb black ribbed knobbler. It was about that big!
Geordi: Damn machine ate my card... Data, will you stand me a few drinks tonight? I'll pay you back come the end of the month.
Data: Prior form makes this unlikely.
Worf: Here, take this "Riker is a big cry baby and can't cut it on a Klingon ship like any weak willed namby pamby human" panic device.
Riker: ...Who called it that?
Worf: The manufacturer.