That knife. Picard saw that knife every night. The knife that gave him this damned plastic heart. It paralyzed him in his sleep as if he were trapped in a bubble. It was even worse than the nightmare about the Borg. That knife.... [Dedicated to Rob Rooney & his fantastic packing jobs.]

Jim was beginning to rethink the wisdom of this rescue mission. The rum-drinking skeleton he could cope with. The ghost, well, if it would stop calling him "Luke," maybe. But that spooky-ass fish kept looking at him like he was lunch.

"Luke, if you don't stop tickling me under my robes with your lightsaber, I'm going to take it away from you. Jedi Knights don't do that type of thing."

Playmates' newest Worf variant: "Warrior Nun Worfina."

"It's a bad case of poison ivy, Commander. Lucky for you, I am a better doctor than Pulaski, plus there's no writer's strike, so you won't have to suffer through an hour of Shades of Gray.

"Vina, baby, I'm telling you, these footaches are all in your head. An illusion, if you will. So there is no real reason for you to stop dancing."

"As you can see, when the Zapruder film is shown in slow motion, there is no possible way that Doctor Crusher could have worn all three of those uniforms in Generations by herself: there had to be a second, and possibly a third and fourth doctor.

"Chris, come on, hurry it up. You're not the only one who bought a ticket to The Kiss of the Spider Woman, and a line is starting to form. That tall guy in the back is starting to get rude."

"Well, you didn't step in number two, Number One, but you did step in number 053583."

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