Data: "I compliment you, Doctor, on the way your smock drapes over your breasts, making them more noticeable."
Beverly: "Thank you, Data."
Data: "Because otherwise, one might not even notice--"
Beverly: "THANK YOU, DATA!"
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Data: "I compliment you, Doctor, on the way your smock drapes over your breasts, making them more noticeable."
Beverly: "Thank you, Data."
Data: "Because otherwise, one might not even notice--"
Beverly: "THANK YOU, DATA!"
President's adviser: We have four worthy canditates to satisfy your er... whims. Those you do not pick will be disposed of.
President: I don't like the look of that blond-haired woman, remove her!
Tasha: (thinking) How did it end like this?
Data: I am sorry doctor for pointing this type 2 phaser at you, I was aiming for the black viscous liquid, but my motor circuits have moved over 100% beyond my programming instructions.
Beverly: Data you really need to sort out that over-lubrication problem!
Picard: Lieutenant Worf is this true; did you remove Geordi's VISOR and then challenge him to a game of hide-and-seek so that he could find his VISOR?
Worf: Erm...
Riker: Lieutenant, answer the captain's question!
Worf: It is true sir! Geordi besmirched my honour by saying I was 'technically lacking' when it came to repairing consoles.
Troi: Captain are you alright?
Picard: Just an old man's reaction to a good romp... I'm really burning up here...
Picard on the viewscreen: This is your captain! I am declaring a state of martial law on this ship! Sacrifice and toil are mandatory! You will eat LESS! You will sleep LESS! You will worker harder not SMARTER! Anyone who complains will be shot! This is for your own protection, and for the benefit of all involved. And finally I ask you to adore me, OR ELSE!
Alien: "All right, you dogs! Most of you won't survive the training you're about to go through. In fact, if any of you are blonde, you won't make it through this briefing!"
Yar: -to herself- Well, crap.
Data: "Having processed all of the evidence, the only possible person who could have stolen Geordi's Twinkees is you, Doctor Crusher."
Beverly: -shrugs- "It's a fair cop."
Worf's secret fear had finally come to pass. Everybody was staring at him, and he was pretty certain that he had broccoli between his teeth.
Picard: -trying to think clean thoughts-
Troi: "Captain, I don't understand. I don't have any bazookas to display."
The photographer from Starfleet sighed. Command wanted a group shot, and not only had Riker not shown up, but Picard had sent some skeezy look-alike. Still, it beat doing pics for kids parties......
MANTOY: I...am Nippless Nipplebee!
TROI: And I'll be going now...
DATA: When the Captain said "female tar wrestling," he meant now.
WORF: No, I was not aware that the sofa here slides out to become a bed...and why are you all looking at my ass like that?
TROI: What the Hell are you wearing?
PICARD: I ask myself the same thing about you every damned season.
DATA: Now that Captain will parallel park the Enterprise between the... oops.
CRUSHER: Better call Geico.
Deanna: "Why yes, Mistress Beata, I do swing both ways."
Beata (OS): "Good to know."
Riker: "Wait...what?!"
Data: "Do not move Doctor, you have a fly on your ear. I will remove it."
Picard: "Mr Data, stop trying to show off."
Data: "You never let me have any fun."
Worf: "And this ends my demonstration of the perfect bridge stance. I will expect each of you to use it from here on out."
Riker (mumbling to Picard): "I think the promotion has gone to his head."
Picard: "You're just now picking up on that?"
Troi: "Captain, are you alright?"
Picard: "Brain freeze. I really need to remember to eat those snow cones more slowly."
Picard (OS): "Will you guys break it up. You look like a cadet review."
Worf: "Not to sound like I'm complaining, but I do believe I look better in Command Red."
Riker: "Well I hear there is an opening at Deep Space 9."
Geordi: "Whoa, Captain."
Wesley: "Gulp."
Worf: "The uniform of a warrior."
Tasha: "Lookin good, Sir."
Beverly: "Jean Luc, you didn't."
Data: "I see you have decided to go with the assless chaps afterall. A good choice."
Data: "...And then Dr. Morbius told Robby to aim right between the eyes and fire. And Robby could not do it. And that is the difference between an android and a robot."
Data: "...And then Dr. Morbius told Robby to aim right between the eyes and fire. And Robby could not do it. And that is the difference between an android and a robot."
Win!!
All: Kumbaya...
Data: <imitating Clint Eastwood voice> I know what you're thinking. "Did he fire six shots or only five?" Well, to tell you the truth, in all this excitement I kind of lost track myself. But being as this is a type two phaser, the most powerful phaser in the universe, and would blow your head clean off, you've got to ask yourself one question: Do I feel lucky? Well, do ya, punk?
Picard: I think he's serious Beverly....
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