Worf
thinking "Hello, Tactical officer here. I could just shoot the Ferengi. Ambassador Troi would be just collateral damage. It's not like you really want to rescue her. I should get to shoot more stuff. We never shoot stuff. I feel like fifth wheel on these occasions. I wonder if honey glazed targ will go with goulash..."
CMO's personal log: "After Jean-Luc's suggestion of a threesome this evening, I've rewritten the Hippocratic Oath to do no 'permanent' harm. Our esteemed Captain will be out of traction in a week, which coincidentally is when the ship's painkiller shortage will come to an end."
Picard: "Yes, actors. Now I know that you are going to say something period specific and wholly offensive, quite possibly about my blind friend. Believe it or not, this whole incident will be studied in the future in little boxes by family audiences. We have to keep it clean, and politically correct. This is San Francisco, not Rock Ridge."
Picard: "Well, I have to hand it to you, Data. This is an exceptional animal that you've programmed, just the right blend of control and independence, and an agreeable personality. Did you name the horse?"
Data: "Spot."
Picard: "Spot?"
Data: "Android... no imagination."
Picard 1: "I never knew I was such a narcissist."
Picard 2: "I dunno, I've had better..."
Picard 1: "Really, who?"
Picard 2: "Me from 2342. I still had hair, and I was far more considerate a lover."