Deanna Troi: All right. This hand, the game is "Federation Day."
Worf: What is that?
Troi: Well, the Federation was founded in 2161. So...twos, sixes, and aces are wild.
Worf: That is a woman's game.
Troi: Oh? Why's that?
Worf: All those wild cards. They support a weak hand. A man's game has no wild cards.
Beverly Crusher: Let me get this straight. You're saying it's a woman's game because women are weak and need more help?
McCoy: How old do you think I am anyway?
Data: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records.
McCoy: Explain how you remember that so exactly.
Data: I remember every fact I'm exposed to.
McCoy [looking at Data's ears.]: I don't see no points on your ears, boy, but you sound like a Vulcan.
Data: No, sir. I'm an android.
McCoy: Hmm...almost as bad.
Guinan: I hear they drummed you out of the Continuum.
Q: I like to think of it as a significant career change.
Guinan: Just 'one of the boys', eh?
Q: One of the boys with an I.Q. of two thousand and five.
Data: The Captain, and many of the crew, are not yet convinced he is truly human.
Guinan: Really? [Picks up a fork and stabs Q's hand.]
Guinan: Seems human enough to me.
Capt. Picard: Tea, Earl Grey, hot.
Capt. Picard: Engage!
Capt. Picard: Make it so.