Doc: Why is this man here? Didn't Doctor Pulaski already give him a penis shortening?
Nurse: No, Doctor. It says here it was a lengthening.
Doc: Get my camera!
Ensign: You shoulda listened to your momma when she told you you'd go blind.
Geordi: That's an old wives' tale!
Data: One cannot deny the evidence, Geordi.
Vulcan: What is the matter with those wildly gesticulating Ferengi in that other caption?
Reyga: We don't like to talk about it.
Vulcan: You don't like to talk about it?? But it's right
there, in the canon! -
Reyga: You mean, like shouting Spock?
Vulcan: Oh, you don't like to talk about it.
Human: Don't feel bad, Reyga. I was a real doctor on Quincy, but here I'm just Tom of the Space Jeffersons.
Vulcan: Shut up, Christopher!
Human: At least Quincy had a feminine side.
PIcard: Let the flogging commence!
Troi: Not even today, sir.
Picard: But I've been waiting all year for this!!
Riker: And remember, Data - here in the Federation we respect all races and cultures.
Data: Even the Ferengi, sir?
Riker: Sure! Right up there with the Bringloidi!
Data: Do you not find our self-satisfaction with inherent hypocrisy a conceit, sir?
Riker: Look, in space there's a fine line between race as a cautionary tale or a recurring element of diversity value. The capitalist Ferengi were never meant to be integrated into our utopian Marxist idealism.
Data: Oh well, at least we are equal opportunity bigots, sir.
Riker: Well - we
are Marxists. You can't have a collective without excluding a few deplorables. Now find me someone else to sit in that chair before he crosses over the rubber-forehead-of-the-week zone and starts asking for a real EOE promotion, instead of just saying things like "Course laid in."
Ferengi: Or steers us into a sun....
Riker: What was that?
Ferengi: "Course laid in," sir.
Lal: LOL.
Data: Stop saying that! You'll get relegated to Rubber-Forehead of the Week!
Lal: LOL.