Mr. Worf, you sound like a man who’s asking his friend if he can start dating his sister. I’ll alert the crew. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Congratulations – you just destroyed the Enterprise. Flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Shields up! Rrrrred alert! Computer, lights up! I can’t. As much as I care about you, my first duty is to the ship. Could someone survive inside a transporter buffer for 75 years? Wait a minute – you’ve been declared dead. You can’t give orders around here.

Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Maybe if we felt any human loss as keenly as we feel one of those close to us, human history would be far less bloody. Your head is not an artifact! How long can two people talk about nothing? A surprise party? Mr. Worf, I hate surprise parties. I would *never* do that to you. I am your worst nightmare! We have a saboteur aboard. When has justice ever been as simple as a rule book? Travel time to the nearest starbase? You enjoyed that. What’s a knock-out like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? I’m afraid I still don’t understand, sir. Now, how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Shields up! Rrrrred alert! But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven.