Congratulations, you look like a fucking scratching post.
I can only imagine what she thinks of me; I kept insisting she was a hologram…
What’s a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated joint like this?
If there is to be a brave new world, our generation is going to have the hardest time living in it.
So you’re saying that I have to emotionally compromise you guys?
Hail Fuhrer!
Are you of the body?
“He’s got the straight flush, folks.”
“Not necessarily. Commander Riker may be bluffing, Wesley.”
“…”
“I don’t think so. Fold.”
“With three jacks?! What, are you kidding?! Wesley, you may get straight As in school, but you’ve got a lot to learn about poker.”
They’re all calling in.
Hailing frequencies open.
Every one of your ships has a mine on its belly, my finger’s on the button, and you’re in a very bad position.
Diane is her kinky sex name?
That is not true.
Norman, coordinate.
Helm’s not responding, sir.
Do you have any idea how Moriarty could have gained control of the ship?
Well, I didn’t love peeing in the corner.
I loved all of them! And they loved me.
ODO! TALK TO ME! Tell me something! Anything! LIE if you have to, but say it now, PLEASE!
This is a hazing thing, isn’t it?