Data: Sir, I appreciate your desire to expedite the process of obtaining your skinny latte no foam, but the Starbucks baristas are occupied with serving the
Enterprise crew. I do not believe honking the shuttlecraft horn would suffice, if indeed we possessed such a thing.
Ensign Hotness: Sir, do you mind if I ask you a question?
Worf: Very well.
Ensign Hotness: Okay. It's morning. You're getting ready for bridge watch. You pull on your Starfleet uniform. Do you fasten and then zip, or zip and then fasten?
Worf: What kind of question is that?
Ensign Hotness: Well look, we got two hours to kill.
Worf: Forget it!
Ensign Hotness: Just a question.
Worf: Why do you want to know?
Ensign Hotness: Why do I want to know? Because I think of these things sometimes. I was getting dressed this morning, and for a second I couldn't remember which I did first! I started thinking about it. Does everybody do it the same way, is it a left-handed, right-handed thing?
Worf: Do you think about this stuff a lot?
Ensign Hotness: Yeah! Look, okay, I'm sorry I asked. And you're always so serious all the time. Not every conversation has to be the end of the world as we know it.
Worf: I did not mean to...
Ensign Hotness: Never mind, it's okay. I'll just --- watch my console. Don't worry about it.
Worf [a long pause and a sigh]: Fasten, then zip. You?
Ensign Hotness [perking up]: Fasten, zip! [They chuckle, then another long pause.]
Worf: How much longer?
Ensign Hotness [bored again]: One hour, fifty-seven minutes. Wanna talk socks?
Worf: No.
Ensign Hotness: It's just a question.
Worf: We are not having this conversation!