Just picture him at a Betazoid wedding instead. 
AAAAAAARRRGGGHH!
Hey, you! Quit snooping in my secret fantasy cabinet, dammit!
“Open Wailing Frequencies!” - (To be yelled as approaching one’s “destination”)
And who could ever forget the bondage planet episode? “Beat me up, Scotty”
Of course, they tried a remake of the bondage planet episode with the TNG cast, but it ended in tragedy as Troi empathized herself to death while making small talk with the masochists.
Then there was the time that Wesley, in his useful insecurity, tried to improve his luck with an enhancement he deemed “The Holodick”.
That was a weird season.
useful=youthful
Did you hear about the alternate-universe offspring of Worf and Troi? He could beat you up and feel your pain at the same time.
…but it’s a shame about those lumpy boobs he had…
It’s his own fault. He didn’t have to wear his mother’s old space-bunny catsuits all the time…
“We’re losing the thread, Cap’n! She canna take mooch more…”
“Oh, please. I’m a Redshirt, I die in every damn episode. Oh come on!”
“I am Q. I can make you feel * like this, like this, and like this.* Now, when you catch your breath, are we going to leave this puny ship? Or are you going to get all boring and human and force me to do this, and this, again? I’ll be waiting outside.”
Q to Janeway: “If you have my baby, I’ll give you a never-ending supply of coffee…”
[stupid rant]
Q has the worst taste in women EVER. Jeez, being omnipotent and all, you’d think he could have done better than the fingernails-on-chalkboard lady.
[/stupid rant]
Wesley: I’m smarter than the crew; I can fix anything, and I’m an obnoxious little pissant. Therefore, I never get laid. PLEASE have sex with me, before I die of celibacy!
Quantum (furrowing his brow): “One day… There will be… A sort of coupling… Between you and me.”
Neelix: “Good morning, Mr Vulcan!”
Spock: :dubious:
“Kirk to Blonde At End Of Bar: One to steam up!”
Hey, wait a minute, that’s my pick-up line!
Oooh, good one! Kudos to you, NCB, in spite of what they all say about you!
Checkov: “Helloo, beautiful! Can I buy you a glass of vine? It’s a wery good wintage… Vat? No, I am not a wirgin!”
Ilia (in a metallic monotone voice): “Disclose your phone number, good looking male unit.”