
Picard: You're still stomping the grapes with your feet, aren't you?

Data: it would be wise for you to scale back your sanctimonious cant about being superior
Lore: I can't. Get it? cant/can't? It's funny because you're a halfwit

Worf: Welcome, mother
O'Brien: Someone is beaming her away
Worf's Mom: Well... it was nice seeing you again. You 2 have a nice life together

Bev: Has anyone ever told you, that you have your father's eyes?
Wes: No
Bev: Good. We don't want that little bit of morbid ghoulishness making it past the operating table

Kyle Riker: You don't have kids? Lucky bastard