DATA:"By the way, Commander.
You have a very nice ass."
"It was a Cub Scout Jamboree campfire, sir. It appears they departed several years ago and left behind a number of candy wrappers and bean cans buried under the dirt."
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DATA:"By the way, Commander.
You have a very nice ass."
"It was a Cub Scout Jamboree campfire, sir. It appears they departed several years ago and left behind a number of candy wrappers and bean cans buried under the dirt."
RIKER:"Upstage me in front of the Klingon again...and I'll turn you into a walking pizza oven, Commander Albino."
"No traces, sir.
I'm not picking up any indications that Zahi Hawass has been getting unnaturally overexcited about this relic dig."
Nameless Ensign: "No sir, I'm not detecting anything out of the ordinary. Just a few broken antiquities and... wait, I'm getting some unusual readings. Life forms, directly in front of me. Hold on, now I'm detecting a power signature... Oh god, it's a weapon! Enterprise, beam me --"
"AAAARGHHHH!!!!!"
Riker: "And that's why you never send a senior officer on the initial survey mission."
Data: >Nods in understanding<
Riker: Black-bloody mutiny, Mr. Data.
Worf: Count me in!
Riker: Who's on first?
Data: That is correct.
Riker: The man on first?
Data: Who - is it.
Riker: The guy playing first.
Data: Who is the precise response as recorded in my mem...
Worf: Be quiet, or you'll both be following first base out an airlock.
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Data: "Scanning memory banks... Hmm, curious. There is no mention of Klingons having a clitoris on their forehead ridges Commander, perhaps you were mistaken."
The ensign took out his tricorder, and began taking measurements. *widdly wink* *widdly wink* *widdly wink*
Ensign: Sir, this pottery is full of widdly wink.
You've got to do it Data.
But sir, I do protest. Starfleet protocol -
I told you, Commander. He has no honor. No feelings. No honor.
He made a pact, Mr Worf. We all did.
Do not make me disembowel you, Commander.
That would not be necessary Mr Worf. I will ask Counselor Troi to dine with me this evening.
The...yam thing...
What was that Mr Worf?
Nothing, sir. <shivers>
At ease, Lieutenant. <shivers>
That's the last one. Sorry sir. Waldo doesn't seem to be on this planet.
Riker; Excellent Mr Data, a few more degrees of tilt and you'll be fit to make first officer.
Riker: This chair is vibrating and the cushion is heated!
Data: Well, it is the captain's chair.
Ensign: Ensign Elvis reporting, a-haw haw. I've found some kinda rock, a-haw haw.
DATA:"My apologies, sir.
I consumed Mexican-themed servo lubricant before my duty shift."
"Ensign Ricky to Captain Picard.
I found the heart of rock and roll. And no...it is NO LONGER beating."
Worf: "Commander Riker, what is the meaning of the term 'comb over'?"
Riker: "What are you talking about Worf."
Worf: "I'm sorry sir, never mind, the question just came to me as I was survailing the bridge from up here. Think nothing more of it."
Riker: "Data, you have the bridge. I think its time I paid a little visit to Mr Mott."
First: Riker: C'mon, let me touch it. Everbody does!
Worf: That's enough, Commander!
Second: Man, I suck at Memory.
Worf: That's enough, Commander!
Second: Man, I suck at Memory.