Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I wouldn't do that.
Deanna's of no use to you. She's only half-Betazoid.
And all the good times we had.
Mr. Crusher. Now.
It makes me jealous.
All I am concerned about is my daughter's safety.
I would rather eat Orion wing slugs
I can't let you do this.
Holder of the sacred Chalice of Rixx?
I'm sure that, uh, we can talk about this.
May I join you?
Aye, sir.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Ensign Crusher, take us out of orbit.
Data, can you filter out everything but that sound?
Now, stop demeaning me and address me as an adult.
Wesley.
The species is Zan Periculi.
A tempting offer.
I did not ruin anything. We've become very good friends.
When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again.
No.
aboard the Enterprise, I was... intrigued.
And if you keep Riker, Starfleet will never stop chasing you.
Yes, yes, yes, perhaps, Data.
It is unfair.
I never thought I'd feel this way
- We spend so little time together. - That's true.
Engage.
I cannot in all conscience make you wait for the Academy.
are not posted to Galaxy-class starships
Like this. Warp field phase adjustment.
You wanted to see me, captain?
Where are we?
I couldn't concentrate with all that noise.
I do not trust you.
We've been scanning Ferengi transmissions,
I am talking about finding a husband, having a child.
DaiMon Tog responding.
...in my eyes, you're an acting ensign in title only.
What are you suggesting?
As you wish.
Yes, of course you do, but it's all business and no play.
You're dismissed.
A fluctuation in the phase of the subspace field.
Perhaps your telepathic skills are ineffective