One moon circles....
Nightbird!
One moon circles....
Nightbird!
Nightbird, ladies and gentlemen...one, two....
O'Brien: So that's three votes "Against" musical genitals, and two votes "For".
Riker: YOUR VOTE DOESN'T COUNT!
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One moon circles....
Nightbird!
One moon circles....
Nightbird!
Nightbird, ladies and gentlemen...one, two....
O'Brien: So that's three votes "Against" musical genitals, and two votes "For".
Riker: YOUR VOTE DOESN'T COUNT!
Thanks for the log entry!
LaForge: "Miles, it's your wedding day. Jitters are perfectly normal."
O'Brien: "Jitters my arse! I have to run this transporter diagnostic."
Riker: "O'Brien, I can stun you, or the Doctor here can sedate you, but we're dragging you to the wedding. Keiko's waiting."
O'Brien: "Stun, sedate... why's Worf here?"
Worf: "I've brought the pain sticks for the honeymoon."
O'Brien: "Bloody hell!"
Lwaxana Troi: "You'll probably want to blank the screen and mute the audio for this next bit, for the sake of the child."
Redshirt pilot: whimpers
Troi: "Data! Data are you in here!?"
mutters to herself: "The fog in this latest Sherlock Holmes program is a little too authentic..."
"CMO's personal log: It gets pretty quiet in sickbay sometimes, and I was goofing off with the predictive software, seeing what the crew would look like with beards. Little did I know that it would give someone ideas..."
Riker: "What's wrong? I thought you liked Shakespeare. I had to replicate and pay real money for these tickets. They're as rare as hens' teeth."
...
Riker: "The all Pakled performance of Twelfth Night is a one off, don't you think?"
...
LaForge: "Miles, it's your wedding day. Jitters are perfectly normal."
O'Brien: "Jitters my arse! I have to run this transporter diagnostic."
Riker: "O'Brien, I can stun you, or the Doctor here can sedate you, but we're dragging you to the wedding. Keiko's waiting."
O'Brien: "Stun, sedate... why's Worf here?"
Worf: "I've brought the pain sticks for the honeymoon."
O'Brien: "Bloody hell!"
Lwaxana Troi: "You'll probably want to blank the screen and mute the audio for this next bit, for the sake of the child."
Redshirt pilot: whimpers
Troi: "Data! Data are you in here!?"
mutters to herself: "The fog in this latest Sherlock Holmes program is a little too authentic..."
"CMO's personal log: It gets pretty quiet in sickbay sometimes, and I was goofing off with the predictive software, seeing what the crew would look like with beards. Little did I know that it would give someone ideas..."
Riker: "What's wrong? I thought you liked Shakespeare. I had to replicate and pay real money for these tickets. They're as rare as hens' teeth."
...
Riker: "The all Pakled performance of Twelfth Night is a one off, don't you think?"
...
O'Brien: Sorry Doctor, I can do many things with the transporter but fixing your hair problems isn't one of them.
Worf: What about my hair problems?
Ensign: Today was a day I actually wished the black guy died first.
Troi: It is...green.
Riker: What the hell is that?
Crusher: It's a CRT TV. An antique.
Riker: I tell you Jean Luc, my thighs are still as firm as anything. Why not have a feel?
Troi: "Green? No, I don't think so -- your'e clearly yellow."
Lights: "We are a super advanced form of life that thinks on a different plane than you -- we are green."
Troi: "No, sorry, it's a trick of film. See, you're really yellow but the film makes you appear avocado green."
Lights: "What? No! We've been mentally evolving for almot a million more years than you -- we know what color we are!"
Troi: "Nope, yellow. If you can't take it here, you might prefer another dimension where it's less stressful."
O'Brien: "It's something they used to do for baseball players. It's called walk-up music. Everybody pick a song..."
Troi: Captain, I sense... those aren't suns. they're eyes! This is Nagulum's mate and she is very angry. We need to get out of here now!
Riker: Deanna, wake up, you're having a nightmare.
Molte grazie for the win!
Deanna: I'm sensing...indignation. A feeling that one is being overlooked, dismissed, denied their rightful place.
Picard: Oh, God, not the Pluto debate again. And now Charon's in on it?
Riker: O'Brien, are you telling me the only thing a transporter operator does is slide his finger down that area of the screen there?
O'Brien: Well, when someone is in trouble, we also have to hit the 'effort' button several times. The faster you tap it the more effective it is. Also, a Very Concerned Face is key. If you don't look concerned you can't get them back.
Riker: We don't have to beam her up. We're on a mission and can't afford the delay.
Picard: But think of that innocent ensign, Will. We can't just abandon him to his fate. At least here we an distract her with the holodeck.
Deanna: I'm sensing...indignation. A feeling that one is being overlooked, dismissed, denied their rightful place.
Picard: Oh, God, not the Pluto debate again. And now Charon's in on it?
Riker: O'Brien, are you telling me the only thing a transporter operator does is slide his finger down that area of the screen there?
O'Brien: Well, when someone is in trouble, we also have to hit the 'effort' button several times. The faster you tap it the more effective it is. Also, a Very Concerned Face is key. If you don't look concerned you can't get them back.
Riker: We don't have to beam her up. We're on a mission and can't afford the delay.
Picard: But think of that innocent ensign, Will. We can't just abandon him to his fate. At least here we an distract her with the holodeck.
FRAKES: "... Alright, so you know, I've been thinking about directing a STAR TREK movie, when they get around to making one, and if you would back me up on that ... well ... maybe we could get Picard out of his stuffy Brit mode and make him more of an action guy, I was thinking ..."
STEWART: "... Keep talking."
"CMO's personal log: It gets pretty quiet in sickbay sometimes, and I was goofing off with the predictive software, seeing what the crew would look like with beards. Little did I know that it would give someone ideas..."
...
"Medical log supplemental: Note to self, never let Wesley grow a beard. Yeesh!"
O'Brien: Can one of you bring me back a coonskin cap?
Riker: It's Risa.
Geordi: Sigh. I'll do it.
Lwaxana: This guy's head narration is voiced by James Earl Jones. I'd let you hear it but it would blow the space effects budget.
James Earl Jones: Betazoid please!
Finally a place I can wear my catsuit without being ogled!
Eyes in the dark...One moon circles....
My eyes are up here, bub!
Riker: What is it?
Crusher: It is...green.
Riker: My other beard's a van dyke.
Picard: TMI!
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Lawxana: "Ensign, was that my dearest Jean-Luc who ducted behind the tactical crescant mount?"
Pilot (ensign): "Um, I'm not sure. You might want to look over."
:Lawxana: "No, can't quite see him still."
Pilot: "A little more to your right and up some more..."
Troi: There's chocolate ice cream in this nebula
"... I can believe this crazy old lady's just the kind who'd will her fortune to her pet cats."
RIKER: Stop hogging the Microfiche machine!
CRUSHER: Shut up, I'm tracing my ancestry, Only 150 years more of newspapers to comb through.
RIKER: "So, how about it, Doctor ...
The Internet was made for porn, wasn't it?"
CRUSHER: "You bet your sweet bippy."
TROI: Ha, ha. Very funny guys. The John Carpenter music is a nice touch. Guys? Guys?
Stewart: I left London for this?
RIKER: We all wanted to congratulate you on your promotion, Mr O'Brien.
O'BRIEN: Thank you. I can't wait, being transporter chief is going to be so much more fun than being a security officer.
LWAXANA: Captain Picard dear, have you met my new boo? He has the most interesting fantasies of the type more prudish fellows might even consider depraved!
DEANNA: WHO ARE YOU?!
VOICE: We need just a simple element to create an explosion! I do not know what you call it, an atom made up of a single proton and a single electron! The lightest element!
DEANNA: What? What are you talking about? You need one photon?
VOICE: ...One moon circles!
DEANNA: Got it.
RIKER: Doctor, things are getting pretty bad. When do you think you will have the cure?
BEVERLY: I'll have it a few minutes before somebody important would die from it. You know how this works.
RIKER: You know Captain, there's a lot of demand on the ship for plays by some of the 22nd century greats.
PICARD: SHAKESPEARE. Only Shakespeare. So sayeth the Captain.
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