
Data: Mr. Worf, not to hurt your feelings, but some guests are complaining about your Klingon food. Some say it smells like human dejecta. In fact one of your burritos just killed Mr. Spock.
Spock (dying): I have been... and always shall be ... the real star of Star Trek.
Kirk: Len, there's something I have to tell you ... you really should try photographing good-looking women. Why this preference for fat ladies?
Gary: What the hell is going on here?
Redshirt: Wow, you should try the Klingon Blood Wine.
Bill Catching; Spock's Stunt Double (running): I'm sick of those BBSers confusing me with Leonard Nimoy! Isn't it enough that they don't stop humiliating me with this contest?
Female Redshirt (sitting): Wow, this contest isn't funny anymore! Is it ever going to end?
Neil Armstrong (floating outside): Yes, we just filmed this in a studio. You thought we went to the moon? Get real!