
Bashir: It seems the planets wi-fi overloaded and blanketed the atmosphere.
Sisko: Survivors?
Bashir: They're all continually on Spacebook, so none.

Kira: Why are we hacking into Worf's music library again?
Dax: So we can see the look on his face when his Klingon operas become Katy Perry songs.

Dax: That's only 943 words. Admiral Ross specifically said your report had to be no fewer than 1,000 words.

O'Brien: (over comm) O'Brien to Engineering.
Nog: Go ahead, Chief.
O'Brien: Nog? What are you doing down there? I told you to modify the torpedo... ARE YOU WORKING ON A TORPEDO INCHES FROM THE WARP CORE?!!!

Kira: The forward sensors are still not online. Engine Room, where are those field stabilizers?
Nog: Engine Room, Bridge, where are those field stabilizers?
Pause
Nog: Major, Engine Room requests that you mind your own damn business.

Worf: Excellent, there is still one expendable crewmember here. Go to the airlock and prepare to eject yourself at the enemy ship, using yourself as a projectile.
Redshirt: REALLY?!
Worf: No, we really do treat our junior officers terribly. Don't we?