July 1

[Sa'ar Chasm]

and I also made a sideways reference to that line in the Battlestar Galactica fiver, if anyone noticed.

I noticed quite a number of Farpointy references in both.

Female Shapeshifter: Ahhh. Well, Odo? Was it good for you too?
Odo: I'm... not entirely clear on what just happened.
Female Shapeshifter: Don't worry about it. If it will make you feel better, we can observe a custom of the solids as well. Cigarette?

*snicker*

Sisko: ...and that's how we're going to retake Deep Space Nine. Any questions?
Martok: Why is the back of your head covered in spitballs?
Worf: It is a human custom before battle. At least, that is what Commander Riker always told us.

Hah!

Jake: I know a way you can get your top secret message to Starfleet. I wrote a note to my dad on Morn's package.
Quark: Unconventional, but I suppose desperate times call for --
Jake: A package for his mother! Perverts.

That clarification does not help at all.

Odo: I should have been helping you undermine the Dominion occupation. I'm sorry.
Kira: You certainly are.
Odo: Phew. I'm glad this rift between us is -- hey, wait a minute....

*g*

Natira: Dammit Jim, I'm a priestess, not a dominatrix!
McCoy: Ah... My kind of woman!

Who says she can't be both?

McCoy: (sigh) You nitwits. Which part of "Breaking into the Oracle's chamber is a horrible sacrilege and you will be punished by death" didn't you understand?
Kirk: Sacrilege.

*znerk*

McCoy: So, will putting this instrument under my skin hurt?
Natira: (takes out a gigantic needle) Yes. Very much!

Hah!

McCoy: Nooooo! My love, dead! My last chance of happiness, destroyed! And all my dreams, torn asunder!

Someone's been watching Babylon 5 (or possibly stealing from the same literary sources as JMS).

DuGalle: Now, your next mission is an invasion of the Dylarian shipyards. We must commandeer battlecruisers there, and --
Captain: Um... wouldn't it be easier to make our own?
DuGalle: Of course it would. Have fun, DuGalle out.
Captain: Nuts.

*snicker*

Captain: How about these Yamayto guns?
Duke: You mean Yamato?
Captain: Meh, yamayto/yamato.

Let's call the whole thing toast.

Mengsk: I'm afraid my command center will be quite operational when your petty fleet arrives....
Mengsk's Command Center: KABOOM!
Mengsk: Crap.

The best-laid plans of mice and Mengsk...

Stukov: Just avenge me already. There's only so long a dying man can talk before he finally croaks.
DuGalle: Good point, Trinity.

You'd be surprised how long that can be.

Psi Disruptor: Not "Kaboom"!
Captain: Hooray!
DuGalle: Good work. It appears the Zerg forces are in disarray.
Captain: That means this last level will be a breeze, right?

Not in the slightest. I don't think I made it past that level.

You're clutching the side of a mountain.
Your friend Cliff has just parked his airplane.
And he's strangling you with the metal thing he uses to hang his jacket.
He'll probably go to the gallows for it.

*wince*

If I ever manage to meet you, Derek, the first thing I'm going to do is kill you. :P

Also, I should have killed Marc when I had the chance.