[NAHTMMM]

Sisko: Good news, everyone! Look what I got in the mail this morning -- the provisional government has invited us to remain on the station.
O'Brien: Sir, it says it's an unvitation.
Sisko: What? Those jerks! That does it, we're going commando.
Bashir: Do you mean --
Sisko: In the army sense, Doctor.
Bashir: Ah.

Quark: There aren't enough runabouts for everyone to get off the station, Rom. Do you know what this means?
Rom: One of us is going to have a whirlwind romance before dying tragically?
Quark: No, idiot! We're going to be rich!
Rom: By finding a priceless blue diamond?
Quark: Shut up. Just shut up.

Heheheh.

Bashir: Bashir. Julian Bashir. You have the right to remained suckered, suckers.
Sisko: (over the comm) Good work, Doctor.
Bashir: Thank you, sir. I was going to go with "I'm Julian Bashir! Don't you read history?" but then I thought --
Sisko: I meant capturing the Bajorans.
Bashir: Oh.

Dax: The Bajorans are gaining on us! I hope you've got a plan!
Kira: Of course I have a plan. I'm going to try a strategic dive into the troposphere followed by a sudden arboreal stop.
Dax: So... you're going to crash us into some trees.
Kira: And how.

:lol:

Julie: Sandy? Kirsten just poured every drink at the party into one gigantic cocktail.
Sandy: Honey, no! That thing must be about 4000 proof! You'll --
(FWOOOSH)
Kirsten: (on fire) Now look, you've made a scene.

Sandy: Seth... your mother has a drinking problem.
Seth: Yo' momma so fat, she got her own event horizon.
Sandy: (sigh) No. Your actual mother has an actual drinking problem. Now help me ship her off.
Seth: What? No! Mom's fine!
Sandy: This morning she drank your aftershave.
Seth: Like any caring mother would!

:lol:

Doctor: Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes.

Sandy: Time for the group hug, guys. -- Hey, not you!
Doctor: I'm so lonely.

Heehee.

Jess: Then I'm coming too! I never liked Newport anyway. Everyone here is so... so....
Trey: Reluctant to have massive orgies on crack?
Jess: Exactly! Puritanical!

:lol: :twisted: :lol:

Seth: Pretty much. So don't do anything crazy, okay?
Ryan: Oh, I won't. Unless it's crazy to tear your own brother limb from limb.
Seth: Good stuff. Have fun.
(20 minutes later)
Seth: Wait a second -- that is crazy!

Ryan: I found out what you did, Trey. And now you're gonna die.
Trey: (draws gun) Whoa! I think not, bro. I'm not putting down this gun till you back out of the --
Ryan: Shoe's untied.
Trey: Again? I -- OW!

Yranac: Hey, I'm no stool pigeon!
Riker: But you're still a canary, so start singing.
Yranac: The bald eagle-eyed guy was shot and flew against that wall and was vaporized.

Data: Whatever, I'm beaming down to the planet.
Worf: As acting first officer, I must question your decision.
Data: Okay, okay, I'll let others beam down with me.
Worf: Good.

Heehee :mrgreen:

Worf: Our shields aren't lowering.
Data: Lower them!

:mrgreen:

Alien 1: Greetings, Earthlings. We have randomly selected you from the population of the Earth.
Kira: Right. Randomly, but we just happen to all be part of the 5MV Staff.

:mrgreen:

Zeke: Those cruel aliens! Did they have to abduct wardrobes too?
Marc: Quick, the aliens are still after us! Into the wardrobe.
IJD: Wait a minute, there's something familiar about this.

Hmmm...

Derek: Ow. Someone just hit me with a snowball!

Uh-HUH :P

(The tree turns to stone.)
White Witch: Now are you afraid?
IJD: I'm petrified!

:mrgreen:

Marc: I don't know. Shouldn't Zeke be making this decision?
Kira: You mean the Zeke that just ran off over the cliff shouting "I'm in the sunlight and I'm not on fire!"?

:lol: