"Spoooooon!"

The evening came to an abrupt end when Morn, drunk from five straight bottles of Aldebaran whiskey, stuck a spoon to his forehead and started mocking Dukat.

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Picard: "Yes! In the 24th century, they don't care whether you have hair or not!"

Black Plague

Guinan: "Not only was it a senseless death, but you were killed by a mixture of black ink and Metamucel."

Alien Encounter

Rom: "Get away from him, you b… ummm, nevermind!"

One-Track Mind

"HUMANS PLAY DAMJOT?"  "Sorry, we're playing pool."  "DAMJOT?"  "No…pool."  "DAMJOT."  *sigh*