[Rayinne]

Hey, a fiver.

McCoy: Look, Rytalyn!
Kirk: I thought we were curing Rigellian fever, not ADHD.

Da Vinci: Hi, I'm Flint.
Kirk: But your speaker credit --
Da Vinci: Is irrelevant.

Gutenberg: I won't mention, then, that I am FLINT: THE INFINITELY PROLONGED! Whoops. Now I need to punish you.
Kirk: You just want a new ornament for your Christmas tree, don't you?
Gutenberg: I think you'll go very well next to the Voyager ornament Q sent me last year.

Spock: Well said, sir. It was a brilliant plan, aggravating the Logic Gods and hoping they would miss their target.
Kirk: But they hit their target.
Spock: No, captain, I'm quite sure they didn't.

(Hoping to cure Kirk's itchy, stuffy, sneezy nose, the Enterprise warps away to Planet Claritin at Ludicrous Speed)

Well done, Wowbagger.