PICARD: Bridge, what's the cause of this explosion?
BRIDGE OFFICER (o/s): We didn't start the fire. It was always burning, since the world was turning.
PICARD: Understood. Engage engines; let's get out of here.
BRIDGE OFFICER (o/s): When we're gone, it'll burn on and on and on.
BLONDE: What's the deal with your forehead?
WORF: It's ribbed, for pleasure.
WIL WHEATON: Again. Harder.
GEORDI: Bitch, I only race for slips.
GUINAN: Oh no, not in here. You want to do that, I have a room out back for $10 an hour.