Ah, that sounds exciting: ride out with a picnic lunch every day!
“Oh, it seems the Son of Mogh is not amused.”
“A warrior should not need to exaggerate his feats.”
“You’d better hope I exaggerate, or else when people sing the song about this quest, and come to your verse, it will be ‘And Worf came along.’”
“The words aren’t important; what’s important is that you have a good time singing it!”
What’s with the faces?
Jim, you don’t ask The Almighty for his I.D.!
Looks like your wait just went up by thirty minutes.
Who wants a warm martini?
Banana, hot.
That’s no way to live, and I’m not going to go along with it. Now, if you want to make yourself useful, start some water boiling for the shrimp.
“Huh, I had no idea they were married, or that they both loved me.”
“Can I interest you in our homewrecker package?”
“You don’t have to throw up in my mouth twice.”
The first thing I would do would be to grab some poor soul off the street, absorb every ounce of his blood, and let it out on cue whenever someone like you tried to test me.
SISKO: Ah, Major. Get everything settled with Quark?
KIRA: That little toad is this far from doing a three sixty out an airlock.
SISKO: I’m glad to hear everything went okay.
Funny how they are on this planet: they actually like being taken advantage of.
Turns out you can con a con man.
“Worf, is this your idea of sex?”
“This is sex.”
Computer, 35 churros in an unmarked paper bag, hot.
Welcome back, Ted!
In play:
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
And all it cost was the life of one Romulan senator, one criminal, and the self-respect of one Starfleet officer. I don’t know about you, but I’d call that a bargain.
Resume your station.