Thanks for the win, LeadHead!
Will: Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to file my log for today.
Kyle: You mean your "
First Officer's Log"? How ever will they get along without
your log?
Will: You're a mean drunk.
Kyle: I'm sober, what's your excuse.
Worf: Just watch out for the acid spit, Commander.
Riker: What's that? OWWWWWWW!
Lal: I have researched all of Earth history. I particularly like the music of Justin Bieber.
Data: I see. I have failed. Time to hit the auto-destruct button on you.
Alexander: I don't want to be a warrior, Dad. If you have a problem with that, scratch your nose. Cool, thanks! I'm going to become an artist!
Riker: Why is it these simulations can't do better than to give me the same fake wife?