"Oh, it's nothing, Data. STARFLEET COMMAND just told me that they won't be offering me another command for another ten years, since I keep turning them down, that's all ..."
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"Oh, it's nothing, Data. STARFLEET COMMAND just told me that they won't be offering me another command for another ten years, since I keep turning them down, that's all ..."
RIKER: Hurry up Captain, I've to eject that ion pod!
PICARD: Wha...
RIKER: Sorry sir, I warned you!
Damn, I forgot the word "trial" on both two places.
STEWART: A Star Trek trial episode isn't a Star Trek trial episode without a sexual tension. The next time's my turn, like it was for the one with Data.
FRAKES: The next one's supposed to be with a grandma Admiral...
STEWART: Damn!
Holo-Riker: Now cough up the research, Apgar, or I'll report you to the Federation, eat all your Doritos, sleep with your wife, and blow up the station!
Riker: I object! I never even *touched* their Doritos!
Riker: You should probably get back to sickbay...
Crusher: Just one more TVTropes link! I swear!
Riker: C'mon, Worf.
Worf: NO! I am NOT announcing your entrance onto the bridge as "Doctor Red and Lord Commander Sexypants"!
Sitting Riker: It's lucky I'm behind a desk, that's one sexy sight, such poise, such elegance, such undeniable beauty.
Picard: The wife?
Riker:.... Sure. The wife.
Magnificent beard as well.
Riker: OK, OK, Tasha is a natural blond... doesn't this break patient confidentiality though?
Crusher: I can't hear you over the sound of you paying out the money for losing the bet.
Captain's Log Supplemental: It turns out time really is a fire in which we all burn after all.
Riker: ...but why do the arm rests need light bulbs anyway?
Crusher: OK Will, let's try this one last time... Worf is not very small. He's just far away.
Holo-Riker: A hot tub fondue party? Looks like I'll need a banana hammock. <swipes Geordi's VISOR>
Picard: Is this when Commander LaForge ran out crying?
Riker: No sir. That came later when he disrobed and Mrs Apgar giggled something about myths being way off.
Crusher: Perimeter alert, Captain!
Riker: That's the steward call button. <Grumbling> I knew that kid got lucky....
Picard: Lieutenant Yar, is Galaxy's Child - humping my ship?
Yar: Yes sir, like an Angosian rabbit in Pon Farr.
Picard: Shouldn't that be - a Vulcan rabbit?
Yar: Rabbits? On Vulcan? I'm not sure the metaphor warrants such an incongruent image, sir.
Picard: But why would an Angosian rabbit go through Pon Farr?
Worf: Structural integrity field failing, sir.
Data: Sir, are you sure taking the ship back in time to get a date for your senior prom is really going to work, considering your obvious aging?
Riker: Obvious to you, maybe, but you've got an android's visual acuity.
Data: Yeah. Because I'm an android. That's the problem.
Riker: Worf, can we come on the bridge?
Worf: What is the password?
Riker: "Platform boots never go out of style."
Worf: Permission granted.
RIKER: One Worf, one bridge!
Lieutenant at Tactical: "Are you sure you want me to keep the main viewscreen set to glossy black, Commander?"
Riker: "That's what I said, didn't I?"
Data: "He's ogling you in the reflection, Lieutenant."
Riker: "Psst! Worf! Is Wesley at the conn?"
Worf: "No, Commander. Why?"
Riker: "Neither one of us feels like dealing with the little twerp right now."
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Pcard: "Your finger tips are still orange Number One.
Holo-Riker: Now cough up the research, Apgar, or I'll report you to the Federation, eat all your Doritos, sleep with your wife, and blow up the station!
Riker: I object! I never even *touched* their Doritos!
Tasha: "Captain, if you're going to tan on the bridge, you might want to apply some lotion."
KRAG (os): and now, the Mike Myers's version.
NEL: I'm eager to know how look my works from your chief engineer's eyes...woops sorry...
MANUA: I hope you don't see this as offensive...sorry
GEORDI: Don't be ridgiculous, there's no matter to raise an eyebrow...
Hooray! Thank you.
Picard: ``Hi, um, you know how you said we could play with your space dog as long as he didn't fall in a black hole? Well...''
Outer Riker: Man, Crow and Tom Servo make this job look easy.
Crusher: ``See, you can just put your script on these things and you don't have to memorize all those silly made-up words.''
Riker: ``Man, this changes everything.''
Picard: ``Wait, this is Riker's dialogue. I'm the Captain, it's my script on main viewer!''
Riker: ``Captain says I can't use the main screen for my script anymore.''
Crusher: ``Hiding like this is the worst way to handle the morning after boinking a co-worker. Just go out acting confident and treat Worf like you always did before, and if it turns out you're pregnant, think of someone plausible but conveniently away or dead to say is the real parent and he'll agree to pretend too.''
Riker: ``You're right, you're right, …wait, what?''
Riker: Maybe if we just spend our duty shifts here in the turbolift, we won't hear any Game of Thrones spoilers.
Later that day...
Data: I am sorry, Commander, but if you didn't want to hear about that death, you should have watched the episode on the same night as the rest of us.
Tactical Officer (under her breath): Or, y'know, read the damn books; they've only been out for three centuries...
Apgar: Welcome to the station. Oh, and kudos on feeling free here to express your alternate lifestyle. It is the 24th century, after all.
Riker: Actually, we're - hey, if you're as progressive as you claim to be, why do you still use the outmoded term "alternate lifestyle"? Are you implying sexual orientation is a behavioral choice?
Manua: Well, you have to admit, your choice in a companion crosses racial divides; are you saying that was not a choice, but that you are somehow genetically predispositioned to attract black men?
Geordi: I'm black??? Damn, that explains a few things.
Picard: You see, Number One, that's why you always introduce yourself as ship officers and not two random dudes in matching pajamas.
Riker: Noted. In my defense, I attract men of every race and color equally.
Crusher: No, look - if there's a peg on B3 and another on B5 but none on B4, that can only mean the Romulan Commander is lying.
Riker: I knew I sank his battleship!
Alien: Wrong again, Captain! Not everyone keeps their genitals in the same place.
Picard: Blimey, this space diplomacy is trickier than I thought!
Data: Commander, don't you think removing all the chairs from the bridge until you get a date is a little crazy?
Riker: So crazy, it just might work.
Tactical Officer: That explains why you not only have a chair but two armrests, sir.
Riker: Not funny the first five times you said it, Lieutenant.
Tactical Officer: Wasn't meant to be, sir.
Riker: So that's a Double Ristretto Venti Nonfat Organic Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino hot with extra foam and whipped cream upside down blended?
Worf: NO! A a Double Ristretto Venti Nonfat Organic Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino extra hot with foam and whipped cream upside down double blended! A Double Ristretto Venti Nonfat Organic Chocolate Brownie Frappuccino hot with extra foam and whipped cream upside down blended is the drink of a PetaQ!
Crusher: Klingons are such divas.
Riker: Galaxy-class Queens.
TFTW LH! 
Riker projection: "...and all firearms must be secured prior to all krieger wave rendezvous with the converter. Failure to do so could be catastrophic. In the event of an emergency, make your way calmly to the life pods...."
Apgar projection: "Blah, blah, blah, always the same thing. Can these Muster Drills get anymore boring?"
Picard: "Oh dear, this can not end well."
Riker projection: "...and all firearms must be secured prior to all krieger wave rendezvous with the converter. Failure to do so could be catastrophic. In the event of an emergency, make your way calmly to the life pods...."
Apgar projection: "Blah, blah, blah, always the same thing. Can these Muster Drills get anymore boring?"
Picard: "Oh dear, this can not end well."
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Riker Hello, Manua.
Picard: No, no, no! That's Tayna. Manua hasn't entered the scene yet!
DATA: Commander, I do not see why you should be embarassed....a man tend to sleep more often with his assistant than his wife.
Since Nerys Myk posted his TNG photoshop in the movies thread.
Things started to get tense towards the end of the Enterprise's Annual Competitive Line Dancing Contest.
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