Five-Minute Resolutions
Chakotay: Hey! Don't I get to say goodbye too?
Janeway: Nah, you're boring.
I still remember distinctly how Jim Wright felt that this particular plot point was inaccurate. After all, a third of the crew was once his, right?
Janeway: Why are you pointing that way, little fella? What are you trying to say?
Monkey: There's a storm coming, you ditz. Yeesh.
That's one smart monkey. One hopes that Janeway didn't go bananas. Hey, why is everyone throwing rotting fruit?
Tuvok: What makes you think you can change my mind when Harry failed?
Kes: For starters, I'm way cuter than he is.
Tuvok: Good point.
It's only now that I think about how I'd have laughed if Tuvok only said "Point," as though he's trying to be street smart or something.
Five-Minute Body Parts
Rom: How's the bidding going?
Quark: High bid is a Canadian Loonie, two buttons and some pocket lint.
Yeah, I know that a loonie is a buck, but I'm suddenly struck by how valuable a four-hundred year old piece of currency would be worth to Quark. Yeah, yeah, "you're overthinking again, Nate." Grumble, grumble...
Sisko: Quark, we've just received a shipment of furniture from the planet I'keya, but they only sent one Allen key to assemble it with.
Sure, IKEA, that part of the joke makes sense, but Allen keys? Isn't this the sort of thing that self-sealing stem bolts were created for?
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mudshark: Nate's just being...Nate.
Zeke: It comes
nateurally to him.
mudshark: I don't expect Nate to make sense, really -- it's just a bad idea.
Sa'ar Chasm on the 5M.net forum: Sit back, relax, and revel in the insanity.
Adam Savage: I reject your reality and substitute my own!
Hanlon's Razor: Never attribute to malice that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.
Crow T. Robot: Oh, stop pretending there's a plot. Don't cheapen yourself further.