WORF: These models are constructed too flimsy. I only smashed it against the wall once.
RIKER: Deanna, we have to talk. Do you have a standing deal with Mr O'Brien to transport chocolate out of your stomach after you eat it?
WORF: I'm not the right person to ask. For academy girls, being Klingon is enough.
PICARD: (Don't dream about Vash...don't dream about Vash...crap, now I'm thinking about Vash.) Umm, Data? If I say or do anything weird while I'm sleeping, you are under strict orders never to relate that information.
KLINGON: Are all the humans gone?
WORF: Yes.
KLINGON: Okay everyone, drop your bat'leths, now it's time for the dainty dress up dance off!
(Picard walks in)
PICARD: Hey, I forgot something.
KLINGON: RAAARRRR I'LL KILL ANYONE WHO KEEPS ME FROM THE BLOOD WINE RAAAHHHRRR!