
PICARD: Any signs of intelligence, or trying to communicate?
GEORDI: No, I really think this is just junk we found floating in space.
PICARD: 999 out of 1000 times, it will be, but if we don't quarantine the space junk every single time just to be completely sure it's not super intelligent ancient technology, we'll be sorry that 1000th time when it takes over the ship!

PICARD: A Romulan warbird floating in space, on the verge of exploding. *Sigh*
DATA: What's wrong?
PICARD: It's just, of course we're going to render assistance, because that's what we do, and of COURSE they'll betray us and try to destroy us somehow, because that's what they do, and we'll go through an entire thing again where they're obviously trying to hide something from us and secretly using some secret technology to blow us up, and of COURSE we'll be all like, "This is a new era of cooperation between our peoples", while they are plotting to destroy us, and nobody will discover what they are doing until it's almost too late.
WORF: (Fires)
PICARD: What did you do that for?
WORF: Finger slipped, sorry.
PICARD: Well, I suppose it can't be helped, it happens to everyone. Alright, let's move on.

ENERGY BEING CONTROLLING DADTA: Why do I keep missing? I'm shooting point blank?
WORF: Geordi secretly programmed Data with Westworld rules just in case.

ENERGY BEING: No, we do not want contact with you primitive beings. You are too primitive, and we are so evolved. See how we are energy and you are solid matter. So primitive. We're just way too cool to hang out with you.
GEORDI: Data, run your trash talk subroutine.
DATA: It would appear that you are in the forcefield, and we are not, and thus you have been beaten by inferior solid beings. Ha ha ha.
ENERGY BEING: ...Shut up.

RIKER: ...This is how people used to watch entertainment programs in 1987? It's so fuzzy! And what's with all those lines? And why does the picture keep drifting vertically out of sync? And why does the fuzziness seem to get WORSE depending on where I stand in the room??!