Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Crusher is correct, sir. There is a temporal correlation.

- No, no, you can go back to-- - Mother.

You can't resign now.

Just the two of us.

The Queen's Gambit, finished off with the Aldabren Exchange.

I toast the success of the trade conference, Reittan.

The Ferengi can't do that. You're Starfleet officers.

Not much of a conversationalist, but, uh...

Mother, stop it.

you had better beam back to your ship.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

Oo-mox is only the beginning.

Do you wish to leave orbit, sir?

And unless you wanna create an interstellar incident,

Now, that simply has to stop.

Now, if I can just do as well on the oral exams.

You are beautiful.

Thank you, sir.

Who, in despite of view, are pleased to dote.

in always being there for someone else

That'll be all.

that you risked your life to save my people.

There is no need for threats.

I don't know, familiar somehow.

The repetitive nature of the subcarrier pattern

Um-- Uh, it's not over between us, uh, Lwaxana. Um...

Mother, please.

Listen, Tog, I must possess Lwaxana,

Well, all right, you want me to say something aloud?

Beam her to their Bridge, now.

More to the left, woman.

You said you didn't wanna hear about my other romances.

Not to worry. You will.