We reach.
Where’s the sport in a simple hanging?
Calculate, to the last digit, the value of … pi.
Each player gets six cards – except for the player on the dealer’s right. He gets seven.
♫ I’ll take you home again, Kathleen… ♫
You’ve got a hard lip, Herbert.
“No ice cream tonight!” 
“Oh.”
“Live long and prosper, image of Surak”.
Carry on, Mr. Broccoli.
Spot. This is down. Down is good.
Lifeforms! You tiny little lifeforms! You precious little lifeforms! Where are you?!
How do you feel?
Leo Walsh AKA Harry Mudd: “You’re a hard man, Captain.”
Kirk: “And you’re a liar, Mr. Walsh. I think we understand each other.”
So this is a MarshMellon.
Wesley: “He expects the impossible!”
LaForge: “That’s the short definition of ‘Captain.’”
I know what time it is. I don’t need a bloomin’ cuckoo clock.
Scotty to LaForge: Ach, No! You didn’t tell him how long it would Actually take, did you?
“I’m with Starfleet. We don’t lie.”
Quark: I want you to try something for me. Take a sip of this.
Elim Garak: What is it?
Quark: A human drink. It’s called root beer.
Elim Garak: [unwilling] Uh, I don’t know…
Quark: Come on, aren’t you just a little bit curious?
[Garak sighs, takes a sip and gags]
Quark: What do you think?
Elim Garak: It’s vile!
Quark: I know. It’s so bubbly, and cloying, and happy.
Elim Garak: Just like the Federation.
Quark: But you know what’s really frightening? If you drink enough of it, you begin to like it.
Elim Garak: It’s insidious!
Quark: Just like the Federation.