Worf: Oxygen nitrogen atmosphere. Some hydrogen and - how are you at breathing methane, Commander?
Data: While not recommended, limited exposure should not permanently damage my systems.
Worf: Good. <
farts,
shuts Data in airlock>
Data: The Tuesday Fiesta Buffet is without honor!
Data: The mistletoe is vaporized. It is safe to proceed.
Shelby: I knew the Borg were creepy, but...that is creepy even for them!
Beverly: Talk to me in ten years, Commander Preciouspants.
Locutus: In the Borg, no one can hear you scream.
Riker: Uhh, that was
Alien, wasn't it?
Locutus: Dead or alive, you're coming with us.
Data: I believe that is from
Robocop.
Riker: Tell us what you want!
Locutus: I'm sorry, Will, I am afraid I can't do that.
Geordi: I know! 2001!
Riker: Helm prepare to get us out of here! Warp nine!
Locutus: Warp? Where we're going, we don't need warp.
Deanna: Oh!
Back to the Future!
Locutus: We will need your clothes, your boots, and your starship.
Wesley: Hello,
Terminator?
Locutus: Borg Cube, we have a problem.
Riker: Apollo 13, try harder!
Locutus: Heeeeeere's Jeannie!
Troi: I know,
The Shining!
Locutus: Shall...we....play...a...Borg?
Wesley: Wargames!
Locutus: One dream. Four Borg. Twenty below zero.
Geordi: Umm,
Cool Runnings?
Locutus: Hello, my name is Locutus. You killed my father. Prepare to die.
Borg: There it is.
<
Everybody nods agreement>
Worf: Are you hypnotized or something? Stop staring at my Fu Manchu!
Gowron: Yes...master....
Madame Guinan: Now when you go in there you're going to meet an obnoxious old fart sucking down oysters and making speeches. Try not to punch him in the face.
Data: I was not aware Captain Picard was here.