Worf: So what did you do, Sir?
Picard: I did what every red-blooded male would do, I said, "Doctor, your patient is ready," and proceeded to have the best three hours of sex I have ever had.
Troi: Wasn't there an emergency we had to intervene in or something?
Worf: Do not be such a prude, Counselor!
Riker: Oh, Captain, don't be...
Picard: That's not a square, Commander!
Worf: Security Officer's Log-Note to self, queue up, "Damn It's Good to be a Gangsta," from the Office Space soundtrack the next time I roll into the holodeck with my boys.
LaForge: "Park right here, Mr. LaForge," you said. "There's a 'No Shuttlepod Parking' sign," I said. "It's okay, we have a shuttlecraft, not a shuttlepod," you said. I think my point has been proven.
Riker: Don't be that guy, Geordi, no one likes that guy.
Data: I read recently that in the next ten years they should be able to miniaturize transporter technology into a wearable pin, not unlike our communicators, thus eliminating the need for a transporter room such as this one or a transporter chief position.
O'Brien: Maybe there's a remote outpost which could use an engineer, then, so I can avoid being laid off.
Worf: You'd never catch me on a remote outpost!
