Admiral: Captain, we're going to take your most intelligent, unique and useful crew-member; then disect them so we can learn how to make more so that every ship can have one aboard.
Picard: You can't do that to Data!
Admiral: I meant Wesley.
Picard: You can't do that to the rest of the fleet!
Admiral Quinn: Don't worry, my great great great grandmother was a medicine woman, I'll give you one of her herbal remedies for that indigestion.
Crusher: I really need to get a proper nurse...
Admiral: If that's supposed to be the Stargazer, why doesn't it have the right registry number?
Picard: Yomato Syndrome.
Hansen: And I'm afraid I won't have time to do the paperwork for your promotion before the battle. But I'm sure even if I die horribly your loyal crew will tell everyone I made you a captain. I mean, unless you piss them off by ignoring their own career advancement and just giving the First Officer role to some blond totty you want to get in the underwear of...