Geordi: "Mmmm! Goddamn, Data! This is some serious gourmet shit! Usually, me and Riker would be happy with some freeze-dried Taster's Choice right, but he springs this serious GOURMET shit on us! What flavor is this?"
Data: "Knock it off, Geordi."
Geordi: [pause] "What?"
Data: "I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my coffee is, okay? I'm the one who buys it. I know how good it is. When Troi goes shopping she buys SHIT. I buy the gourmet expensive stuff because when I drink it I want to taste it. But you know what's on my mind right now? It AIN'T the coffee in my kitchen, it's the dead Romulan in my shuttlebay."
Geordi: "Oh, Data, don't even worry about that..."
Data: "No, No, No, No, let me ask you a question. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out in front of my house that said Dead Romulan Storage?"
Geordi: "Data, you know I ain't seen no..."
Data: "Did you notice a sign out in front of my shuttlebay that said Dead Romulan Storage?"
Geordi: [pause] "No. I didn't."
Data: "You know WHY you didn't see that sign?"
Geordi: "Why?"
Data: "'Cause it ain't there, 'cause storing dead Romulans ain't my fucking business, that's why"