Hurray, I won. Quick, print it out and frame it!
Klingon:
"Nuta gros, reen?"
Uhura: "Wait a minute, wait a minute..."
Klingon:
"Huh?"
Uhura: "I said wait a minute in Klingon, you son of a..."
Scott: "Lassie, what's Klingon for, 'Aren't these ten ton dictionaries digitised and stored on the Enterprise computer'?"
Uhura: ... "Doh!"
Scott: "With a handy pronunciation guide..."
Chekov: "Plot holes were inwented in Russia."
Troi: "I like the face fuzz. It felt just like Grignak's between my thighs last night."
Riker: "Mmm yeah..."
Troi
chuckles: "'Position you name, money I name, or gigolo no.'"
Riker: "Mmm yeah... whut!"
Uhura: "Kvetch... Gagh... R'Usol..."
Klingon
in perfect English: "Please, Federationer, stop mauling the language. You think we don't have scanners, you think we can't tell the difference between an Orion freighter and a Constitution II starship with a doctored warp signature. Please! You're heading to Q'onos right? Fine by me, the bastards there cut our pay last month.
Uhura: "Umm..."
Klingon: "Just do me a favour and not nuke Karvath province, my grandmother lives there with her fifty pet targs, batty woman, but I love her."