TROI: Keep that position, take a deep breath and repeat as many times as your breath will allow.
"I will not be intimidated by children, I am bigger and stronger than them."
TNG Caption This #148 - "Je ne peux pas prononcer "légende""
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TROI: Keep that position, take a deep breath and repeat as many times as your breath will allow.
"I will not be intimidated by children, I am bigger and stronger than them."
SERGEY:"Here...smell my finger!
That never gets old!"
Geordi: "Here, smell my arm."
Sergey: "Hohoho. I like heem."
Sir...there's no such thing as sonic floss.
Guess where I found this piece of corn. Go on, guess!
Computer, locate Worf!
<Lieutenant Worf is performing the Hegh'bat in his quarters.>
I gotta go. I'm his cha'Dich.
But he said Captain Picard -
Be right there Worf!
I didn't hear your communicator -
It's on vibrate.
"Look, Counselor!
I'm beefy and man enough now to be able to wear this shirt and not look like a complete homosexual!"
GEORDI:"Where? WHERE did you see a ghost, Mr. Rozhenko?"
SERGEY:"Over there! Next to the plasma coolant leak and the still-lit bong your junior technician was taking a hit from!"
TROI:"What do you call it, sir?"
PICARD:"The Angry Frenchman."
TROI:"Try again."
SERGEY:"LOOK!
Over there!
I could swear I just saw the subplot go running by!"
"Who told you a week had sixteen days in it?"
"Dat guy over there-the one in charge of the caption contest!"
Geordi: Worf, you never told us your father had a traveling parrot act.
Wait for it...
Sir, nobody wants to eat those walnuts.
Then I shan't be offering you the brown peanut, either.
SERGEY:"Survey says?"
"Counselor...look...
I've been working out so much, I can crush two lumps of coal into diamonds!"
"Look, Counselor!
I'm beefy and man enough now to be able to wear this shirt and not look like a complete homosexual!"
Troi: "Yeah.... not so much."
TROI:"Impressive, sir.
You can finally fit into your old eleventh-grade shirts now. Can we go?"
GEORDI:"What's the next item up for bids on THE WARP CORE IS RIGHT?"
SERGEY:"Why, it's right over...here.
The brand-new 2367 Ford Quasar Mini-Hatchback!!!"
Installing the astrometrics lab was upon the captain's insistence, after watching just another portly cartographer blow grass in one direction and point in the other.
PICARD: ...In to the black hole. ... That's where we should - you know what, nevermind, what do I know? I've kept this ship safe for a decade but, hell, Yakov Smirnoff should get the chance to steer us in to the side of a planet. How selfish of me.
MAN: Yakov? I'm Grizzly Adams!
PICARD: Oh, go find Ben.
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Picard: <acting like rocky> Yo YO Yo like Yo Deaaaana! Knockout like Yo...
But But Jordy is really my son! Can't you see the resemblence? Who are you to question me!?
Jordy: <thinking> What the hell is this honky talkin bout...
Picard: <acting like rocky> Yo YO Yo like Yo Deaaaana! Knockout like Yo...
But But Jordy is really my son! Can't you see the resemblence? Who are you to question me!?
Jordy: <thinking> What the hell is this honky talkin bout...
Uncle Sergey: Admiral Hogg went thataway, Lt. Roscoe!
LaCooter: Nice Daisy Dukes, Data.
Try that kicking groin therapy again and I'll torpedo your nacelle caps!