Mayweather: I AM FREE! I CAN NOW SPEAK!
Kelby (rewiring the alcove where Trip later dies): Heh-heh-heh…
Reed: So, do you think the Male Chauvinist Party will get elected back on Earth?
Hoshi: What, with that ridiculous campaign platform? All women should wear miniskirts, no female Starfleet captains…I mean really!
Reed: Yeah, it’ll never happen.
Reed: Now can we open Cabin E-14?
Archer: NO!
Trip: If they don’t keep a lid on technobabble it’s going to infest all of Starfleet!
Trip to T’Pol: How about we pop down to decon for a final gratuitous oil-job?
Reed: Yes, those Romulans were tough. I’d hate to think what history would have been like if we’d been using primitive atomic weapons and lasers to fight them.
Hoshi: Don’t you think the last few years just flew by? It’s like they never even happened.
Trip at death: I’M MELTING!
Archer: I think we should have a counsellor on board.
Reed: One with a nice bum…and great knockers.
Trip: She could say real obvious things like: “I sense hostility from that scowling alien on the viewscreen who’s threatening our imminent destruction!” Then we can all make fun of her afterwards.
Troi: Very funny, Will. Computer, return program to original settings.
Computer: Program unmodified. Conversation based on actual NX-01 Enterprise log recording.
Troi: Ah fudge!
Archer: Who knows what wonders the universe still has to offer? We might discover a planet based on Chicago’s gangster era, or one where Rome never fell, or the God Apollo, or…
Reed: Er, Dr Phlox to Bridge. The Captain’s off his rocker again.