
Riker: Give me an Adam and Eve on a soliton wave, a gobfly in a spatial anomaly, a Frenchman's delight with a Harry Mudd in the alley, a bowl of red matter and targ biscuits hold the space dust!
Data: Why do they always seat me next to the kitchen?

Worf: Sir, my old Russian mother called. She wants her toilet cozy back.

Quinn: No Whammies!
Geordi: I hate Space Win Lose or Draw!

Picard: I don't know why she has to schedule all our spatial enemas for the same time. Or why they are even necessary.

Picard: Erm, I'm sorry I called you Skeletor in your holodeck training program, Worf. You were clearly playing He-Man.
Worf: The other guy's face was a skull!