``Price
I name, money
you pay, or else drink in my bubbles blowing stop no
oooooo.''
Chekov's attempt to sneak his library books back on the shelves so as to escape paying the 35 cents in fines goes horribly, horribly wrong.
The case of the blackmailed socialite, the murdered ``suicide'' gunsel, the missing car in the Ventura parking garage, the Chinese-prints racket, and the gun planted in Dixon's desk would have to wait. Suddenly, everyone realized they had the giggles.
``All right, all right, Data, I'll stop and ask him. Excuse me out there -- could you
please tell my passenger here that we are
so on I-195 and that the first Jackson exit is only a mile or two down the road, please?''