[Worf]
We Do Not Discuss It With Outsiders.
[/Worf]
Too bad you’re not my boss anymore.
It was
fun
Oh my
That’s what the poor fellow said. You see, he decided to travel back to the 22nd century — that’s my time — and he had the misfortune of meeting me. His clothes fit quite well, don’t you think?
Wyatt, tell me something seriously: which of these would look best on me naked?
Sounds like a working girl to me; I’ll stop by the office with a bottle of scotch, you can tell me all about her.
We are in law enforcement. Excellent.
I suppose Julian has one, too.
Doesn’t love always begin that way? With the illusion being more real than the woman?
I feel like I’m on vacation.
I will feed him.
Listen to me, little brother.
Let’s see: you’ve managed to get slapped by one woman, a drink thrown in your face by another, and alienated your two best friends; doing very well so far; the only thing left to avoid is — getting stabbed through the heart.
Now?!
The soufflé will either rise or it won’t. There’s not a damn thing you can do about it, so you might as well just sit back and wait and see what happens.
Starfleet is so competitive. Once you’re an admiral, you hit a wall!
The Garden of Eden was just outside Moscow. A very nice place. It must have made Adam and Eve very sad to leave.
I don’t know what’s going to happen to you out there; all I can tell you is that you’ve got to play the cards life deals you: sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, but at least you’re in the game.
I’m trying to thank you, you pointed-eared hobgoblin!
Aw, man. A copy of me got transported out? Boo.