Troi: So you see... (laughs) I'm gay!
Picard: Counsellor I don't think your shock therapy is working.
Troi: Well if I can't be a counsellor can I pilot the ship then?
Picard: Nooo! Absolutely not! Last time you crashed the ship!
Worf: Nice boobs!
Beverly: Sorry?
Worf: I meant boots! Yes that's it.
Geordi: blah blah technobabble stuff transflixor coil blah blah blah...
Riker: For Godsakes shut up!
Picard: Number one, kindly escort Geordi to the nearest vacant airlock and get him off my ship! I don't mind a blind guy but a one that speaks technobabble is wrong! WRONG!
Wesley: Sorry sir I activated the self-destruct sequence... again.
Riker: Shit Wes! This is why you need all this practice before I even consider letting you man the conn!
One empty hotel... Two guys... One gall... Three tight uniforms... Getting into each others pants...