CAPTAIN FRASIER: Well, don't you look satisfied. Have fun on Starbase 68?
ENSIGN ROZ: For your information, I had a date with a CAPTAIN.
AMBASSADOR DAPHNE [raises eyebrow]: Galaxy class?
ROZ: Eh, Akira class, but he flew it well
[audience loudly sex woops]
CAPTAIN FRASIER [quietly]: Doctor Niles, I'd like you to stay here on the planet and observe the inhabitants. Something seems off about their behavior.
DOCTOR NILES: I'll say. I requested a Pinot Noir and they brought me what could only be described as a Pinot-Cabernet blend
MARTIN: Where've you been, Roz? I haven't seen you around in weeks!
ENSIGN ROZ: So I'm seeing this new guy--
DOCTOR NILES [interjecting, w/espresso]: Is this another psychic ghost hallucination? You know they don't count
DOCTOR NILES: Being a Trill symbiont... It would be sort of romantic, wouldn't it? Sharing a body, a mind, a personality with someone for the rest of your life. Almost like me and my Maris.
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Oh, please. You and Maris aren't even sharing quarters on the same deck
MARTY: Of all the souls I have encountered in my travels, his was the most.. human.
DAPHNE [whispering]: All this for an empty can?
DOCTOR NILES [leaning toward her]: The last Earth can. Apparently the replicator doesn't give the Ballantine's enough "metal taste"
MARTY: *sobs*
MARTY: C'mon. You boys used to love First Contact Day! Dressing up in your little Vulcan outfits, walking around the neighborhood and giving everyone the salute!
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Dad. That was thirty years ago.
DOCTOR NILES: Right! Besides, he'd be all ears and no bowl cut now.
CAPTAIN FRASIER: Ensign, warp thr--
DOCTOR NILES: Oh, um, could we possibly take this one at full impulse?
FRASIER [turning]: Why in God's name would we? It would take weeks!
NILES: Maris says she likes how relativistic speeds technically mean she's aging more slowly
CAPTAIN FRASIER [grumbling]: Welcome aboard.
HIGHLY DECORATED STARFLEET ADMIRAL LILITH: Thank you, Frasier. It's so nice to see you have floors now, instead of the *actual* boards