Once I'm his buddy, this 400-pound geek desperate for any sort of human contact will just hand the helmet right over.

Oh, what a run! Oh, boy! Heart's beating, the blood's flowing, I feel so alive.

Oh, this ball's green and fuzzy. Oh, God, it's an orange!

Cheryl: I've got a window into Jim's mind. Dana: Yeah, well, all you're gonna see is a wall with three buttons. "Sleep," "belch" and "fart."

Dr. Roger Korby: You might as well try to out think a calculating machine. Captain James T. Kirk: Obviously I can't.

Oh, pffft!

Outsmarting your children is the only real perk you get at being a parent. I mean, otherwise, you're just changing diapers, paying bills, and doing all that nurturing crap.

Kady: Okay. Don't get mad at me when you get busted. Claire: Wait! What did you say? Kady: Oh, nothing. You're too busy! Claire: I'm never too busy for my favorite little sister. Kady: Don't insult my intelligence.

Only a matter of time before we all go mad...

Oh, yeah. Birds love Mexico. It's sunny and warm and they've got peanut butter waterfalls. Birdseed beaches.

Oh, you're a naughty boy... sir.

Just remember, on your next job interview, show off the bosom. Powerful men like that.

Oh, no, he's been scamming widows for years. He was gonna take Maggie for everything.

Oh, thank God you're here. That is not meatloaf. You gotta start putting labels on these things. Cheryl: Shhh!

Klink: Oh, that's only some scribblings. Hogan: It's not scribbling, it's a doodle. Klink: A doodle? Hogan: It's the scientific name for it.

Cheryl: Okay. Can you keep a secret? Dana: Not if you tell it to me.

Oh! This is the... this is the butt in the cement guy?

Oh, here we go. I'm the screw-up who always screws up.

Oh, boy, $2,500 burning a hole in my pocket. I'm thinking flat-screen TV in the bathroom.

Only a select few ever make it up to 75, Sammy, but everybody in this building would sell his grandma's virtue for that privilege.

Andy: Oh, Jim, I know what you're gonna say and don't worry. The Andy-man can handle himself. Jim: You gotta dump her.

Andy: It's easy! Jim: You're a damn liar! Andy: Am I? Or am I an angel sent from heaven? Insulation heaven.

Okay, all right. That's good. That's good, you're keeping me grounded. That's good.

Oh, my God. Stanley? You're alive?

Malcolm: My favorite writer is John Steinbeck. Or is it Erma Bombeck? I get my Becks confused. Will: Uh, one wrote about the Dust Bowl, and the other wrote about the toilet bowl.

Randall: Oh, oh, I'm punked to meet you. I can't wait to meet all the people who are gonna be working on my show. Jack: You just did!

Oh, he's cute. And I usually find redheads hideous.

Will: Oh, um, Grace, this is the, um, fellow I was talking about who I met in the park. Grace: Oh, the guy who likes Will's writing. You're a real person.

Um, let me quickly just go over the two rules to a Jack McFarland set, okay? Uh, be on time. All right? And only members of the crew are allowed to touch a crew's member.

Will: Malcolm thinks I have a wonderful gift. Grace: Or does he think you have a wonderful package?

He's on the hook. Operation Getting Will Truman To Be A Lawyer Again is a success.

Oh, forget it! You even twirl like a straight man!

Will: Okay, I'll get a salesperson. Grace: No. No, no. I hate salespeople. What, I do all the work, and they get all the credit? When they ask me at the register who helped me, I always say no one.

Our intentions are peaceful.

Jay: Okay. You watch horror movies. They're bloody. Michael Jr: Yeah, but that's movie blood. This is Junior's blood.

Oh, yeah. That's great. And I can wash it down with this delicious laxative called GoLYTELY.

Chris: Or do they do more than just watch me? Do they... feel with me too? Vina: You can have whatever dream you want. I can become anything. Any woman you... you've ever imagined. You can have anything you want in the whole universe.

Oh, he's got a thirst for knowledge. And he's got a hunger for knockers.

Ooh! I'm sensing a lot of hostility from the both of you.

Will: That wasn't offensive, was it? Desmond: No, only racial stuff offends me. I am black, right?

Martin: Okay, let's sit down and have a conversation. Grace: Really, you think you can do that? Martin: Uh...I can try.

Okay, I'd like you to write a letter to your younger self, apologizing for what you've become. And warning him not to make the same mistakes.

Dear Young Will, When you're 19, your sleazy perv of an English professor is going to offer you an A in exchange for sexual favors. Go for it.

Will: Oh, really? Do you fake mental illness? Grace: I don't have to! This crazy is all real!

Oh, man, we are gonna make you feel so welcome here. Hey, there's a real good chance our son Jason's gay.

Jack: Oh, my God! Somebody threw a brick through our window. Will: No... they threw a loaf of banana bread.

Our kind of gay couldn't survive here. You need heartier stock.

Of course. Have a seat.

Grace: One of Nick's greeting cards just went Mug. Nick: It's kind of an industry term. What it means is one of the cards I wrote is being put on a...mug.

Crusher: Once more, for old time's sake? Picard: Engage.

Open your mind. Sexuality is elastic. Look, we're all here. We're all human. We're all sex.

Okay, now I am so firing his ass.

Outpost 4... disintegrated, captain.

Obedience! Duty. Death and more death.

McCoy: Once inside, they can claim we did. A setup. They want war, we furnish the provocation. Spock: We're still on our side, captain. Jim: Let's get them while we are. Before we enter the Neutral Zone.

Our portion, commander, is obedience.

Oh, what a coincidence. I was gonna stuff my shirt, and then I realized I should probably keep the bra low.

Ooh, that's quite a handshake. It's like a volcano.

Oh, my paws and whiskers. I'll be late.

On my planet, to rest is to rest, to cease using energy. To me, it is quite illogical to run up and down on green grass, using energy instead of saving it.

On this supposedly uninhabited planet, I just saw a large rabbit pull a gold watch from his vest and claim that he was late.

On Valentine's Day? Can we do that? Isn't that a little cliche?

Or you could stare at this.

One of Bernadette Peters' curls. She was standing in front of me at Duane Reade. Luckily, I was buying a pair of toenail clippers.

Grace: Now I want you to open up that pill box, and throw out anything yellow, green or orange. Karen: No orange?

Ooh. Brr. Icy.

Oh, you're selling something? Could you call back at a more convenient hour? Like maybe when I'm having a heart attack and on the toilet.

Michael: Only an idiot would want to be here on this night. Michael Jr: I am so glad we came here. And on alien night, too. It doesn't get any better than this.

Oh, you'd like me to connect the dots for you; lead you from "a" to "b" to "c" so that your puny mind could comprehend.

Oh, my God, you speak Klingonese?

Kllink: Oh, General von Schlomm, would the General like me to accompany him to Berlin? Von Schlomm: Why? Klink: Prepare your car for traveling-- of course, General von Schlomm.

Hogan: Oh, yeah, yeah. Play it safe. Only give her about 20% of your charm. Crittendon: Yes. Do my best.

Klink: Out! Shultz, throw this man out immediately. Schultz: Jawohl, Herr Kommandant. Which one?

Karen: Oh, Will's boyfriend. You're a cop. I need you to get rid of these tickets for me. Vince: These are tickets to Harvey Fierstein in Fiddler On the Roof.

One small change of plan-- send every man-of-war you have along with some troops sailing toward England. At once. You simply must, Dolf. We can never sell the surrender without an invasion threat.

Oh, start flossing, lady. There's a tooth in here.

Old and married. Wow, I feel like Cinderella.

Oh, bomb scare at Out TV. Everyone got the day off to see the new Jude Law movie 'cause they're scared it's gonna bomb.

And then she walked in-- overnight, this mealy-mouthed waif had sprung ginormous bazongas.

But that was high school. Who doesn't have a few bad memories? I mean, one bad perm and your nickname is Greg Brady for four years.

Jack: Organizing the Christmas potluck? Will: It is such hard work. You wouldn't believe the number of hours I put in.

Ooh, that face. I'm kvelling. I learned that from Billy Crystal.

Oh, you animal! You clumsy animal!

On my hat, on my hoody, on the field is, green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow. Kings of the grid iron, show you what the deal is green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow. The infamous team in the end zone every game, green and yellow, green and yellow, ...

Uh uh, you know we Lambeau reapin, meanwhile our last quarterback's in the tunnel creeping. Green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow, green and yellow.

Oh, damn! That smell like pyorrhea.

Dax: Odo! Nerys, Julian, it's so good to see you. Worf, we need to talk. Bashir: Who's that? Jake: That's Dax. Worf: Dax? That's right. Ezri Dax. Incredible, isn't it? Worf: It cannot be. Quark: She's so much... shorter. Odo: Just when you thought things couldn't get more interesting.

Quark: Ow! That hurts. O'Brien: It's supposed to hurt. Quark: Oh!

Ojos que no ven, feat, Santiago Monjaraz, Alexis & Fido,

I heard the worst riot happened in a prison exercise area. One of the guards mistakenly tried to confiscate the prisoners hand rolled cigar. You just don't do that.

Well, of course he has feelings for you, honey. I mean, look at his love life. The only man he's had in the last 16 years is Grace.

Jack: Or wait a minute. Shift it back. Eliminate the game altogether. Just have naked men holding buzzers. Will: Jack, that's ridiculous. Tim: Yeah, he's right. They don't need to be holding buzzers.

Justin: I'll take it from here. PA: Alright, we're gonna lose Ozzy and brin gin the new one. Ozzy's in the background. In the background.

Oh, what difference does it make?

Obviously, you want to punish yourself. Do you want help?

Odo never talks about his feelings.

Oh, look at her. She looks like a little Janet Jackson.

Oh, how marvelous. Devastating. Why, this could kill millions.

Oh, how absolutely typical of your species. You don't understand something, so you become fearful.

Oh, what primitive fury. Why, he's the very soul of sublime savagery.

Oh, Mr. Spock. You do have one saving grace after all, You're ill mannered. The human half of you, no doubt.

Trelane: Oh, the remarkable treachery of the species! Captain James T. Kirk: Go on, Trelane! Look at it! It's over. Your power is blanked out, you're finished! Trelane: You've earned my wrath! Go back. Go back to your ship! All of you! And prepare, ...you're all dead men! You, especially, Captain!

Jay: Oh, please. Every single time you watch a game with Michael Jordan in it, it's critical. Michael: No, Jay, this game is special. This is hyper-critical. This is intensive care critical.

Sisko: Oh, about the stabilizer... O'Brien: Captain, I-I can explain. Sisko: Don't bother. Ensign Nog tells me you were able to get ahold of one this morning. O'Brien: I was? I mean, I was.

Jim: Out here, we're the only policemen around. And a crime has been committed. Do I make myself clear? Spock: Very clear, captain. Jim: I'm delighted, Mr. Spock.

Klink, one of our radio detector units has picked up a transmitter in this area.

Of all the idiots in the world, they sit me next to this one. I wish I could change my seat.

Of course, I'm paranoid, everyone's trying to kill me.

Oh, well, that's it; I'm doomed.

Only a God could think of such a thing.

Martok: One ship... against ten... it doesn't seem possible. Worf: He will succeed. He is Kor-- the Dahar Master.

Oh, yeah. They're smart, all right and we're as good as dead!

Over my dead body.

Oh, God! This is boring. This is like watching my hair grow.

Dax: Is this yours? Norvo: Mom insisted on hanging it in here. I hate it. Dax: Why? Norvo: Well, the composition is puerile and obvious the colors belong on a child's toy and the technique is laughable. Dax: But other than that? Norvo: It's perfect.

McCoy: Oh, now, wait a minute. Not our attempt, Mr. Spock. A group of ambitious scientists. I'm sure you know the type... devoted to logic, completely unemotional... Spock: Doctor, I would be pleased... Jim: All right, gentlemen. As you were.

Don't you get it, Odo? We humanoids are a product of millions of years of evolution. Our ancestors learned the hard way that what you don't know might kill you. They wouldn't have survived if they hadn't have jumped back when they encountered a snake coiled in the muck. And, now, millions of years later that instinc...

Laas: The truth is I prefer the so-called primitive life-forms. They exist as they were meant to: by following... their instincts. No words get in the way, no lies, no deceptions. O'Brien: We're not the ones who can disguise ourselves as anything we want. Odo: Meaning...? Laas: Meaning shape-shifters are not to be ...

Once we're away from here I'll teach you to become things you've never even dreamed of.

Our ancestors learned the hard way that what you don't know might kill you.

Singh: I know something of those years... remember. It was a time of great dreams. Of great aspiration. Spock: Under dozens of petty dictatorships. Singh: One man would have ruled eventually... as Rome under Caesar.

Singh: Open your heart. Will you open your heart? Marla: Yes. Singh: I intend to take this ship. Do you agree?

Trip is over. The battle begins again. Only this time, it's not a world we'll win. It's a universe.

Bashir: Where have you been? O'Brien: I don't want to talk about it.

Oh, no. I'm good, but not that good.

No. My mother hates the musical theater. I took her to see "Les Miz." she said, "Oh, please dear, in real life the poor people never sing that much."

Our civilization lives, the people die, but our culture goes on.

Our soldiers are professionals. They're here to fight not to get drunk in Quark's.

Our adversaries don't view their soldiers as expendable.

Ah, overconfidence: the hallmark of the Weyouns.

Yeah... Oh, Damar. Oh, there you are.

And so two years ago our government signed a treaty with the Dominion. In it, the Dominion promised to extend Cardassia's influence throughout the Alpha Quadrant. In exchange, we pledged ourselves to join the war against the Federation and its allies. Cardassians have never been afraid of war. A fact we've proven ti...

On pure speculation, just an educated guess, I'd say that man is alive.

Our philosophy is a simple one. That men should return to a less complicated life.

Or rainbows. Do you know I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky, but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.

Mr. Spock, we seem to have been given a choice: death by asphyxiation... or death by radiation poisoning.

Garak: Odo, I hope you know how much I... Odo: If I don't want pity from the woman I love why would I want it from you?

Our people have come to see you as a savior of the Empire.

Our priority should be to free Cardassia from the Dominion, not do Starfleet's dirty work.

Captain James T. Kirk: Organia's description, Mr Spock? Mr. Spock: Inhabited by humanoids, a very peaceful, friendly people. Living on a primitive level, little of intrinsic value. Approximately class D-minus on Richter's scale of cultures. Captain James T. Kirk: Another Armenia, Belgium. Mr. Spock: Sir? Cap...

One of the advantages of being genetically-enhanced is the ability to control my own vital signs.

Once we get inside the complex we stop at nothing until we capture the changeling.

No, our whole history is one of arrogant aggression.

One final order, Cngineer Scott: if we do not return, the Enterprise must not be taken. If the Romulans attempt it, you're to fight, and if necessary, destroy yourselves. Is that clear?

He is a vulcan. Our forebears had the same roots and origins.

Spock: Our minds... Are one. I... Am... All: Kirok.

Our appearance here would only serve to confuse and frighten them.

Our legend predicts such danger and promises that the wise ones who planted us here will send a god to save us, one who can rouse the temple spirit and make the sky grow quiet.

Only a god can breathe life into the dead.

Salish: Our people rejoice and wish to honor your name, but I did not know what you wish to be called. What may I tell them? Kirk: Kir... Kir... Salish: Kir...Kirok?

Chekov: Our position is so close to the point where we entered the void, the difference isn't worth mentioning. Bull's-eye, Mr. Spock. Spock: Thank you, Mr. Chekov.

Kirk: I can't understand why they let you go with Kollos. Miranda: They, Captain? Kirk: The male population of the Federation. Didn't someone try and talk you out of it? Miranda: Now that you ask, yes. Kirk: Well, I'm glad they didn't succeed. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met you.

On Vulcan, I learned to do things impossible to learn anywhere else.

O brave new world, that has such creatures in it.

Oh, I'd give a lot to see the hospital. Probably... needles and... sutures. All the pain. Used to had to cut and sew people like garments. Needles and sutures. Oh. The terrible pain.

Of course he's unhappy; who wouldn't be? He had to pass up a chance to play with that little fraulein at the hotel.

Dr. McCoy: I'm not sure I like that, Jim... Capt. Kirk: Why Bones? Scotty's a good man. Dr. McCoy: And he thinks he's the right man for her. But I'm not sure she thinks she thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman. Capt. Kirk: Hmm.

Jim: Or perhaps the thought of spending an eternity bending knee and tending sheep appeals to you. Carolyn: Oh, but you don't understand. He's kind, and... and he wants the best for us. And he's so lonely. What you ask would break his heart. Now, how can I?

Uhura: There's nothing, sir. I'm scanning all frequencies. Jim: They have to answer. Spock: Captain. They will not answer. The long-range sensor sweep of this system reveals no sign of life. Jim: Well, that can't be. The last census reported a total inhabitation of more than four billion people.

McCoy: Jim. If we're here, what do you suppose our counterparts are doing back in our universe? Jim: On our Enterprise.

Captain's Log, Stardate 3715.3. While making a routine exploration of the unexplored Gamma Trianguli Six one of my men has been killed by a poisonous plant.

One gains admittance to your minds through many levels. You have too many to keep track of yourselves. There are unguarded entrances to any human mind.

Oh, Bones.

Klink: Objection! Court President: Objection overruled. Klink: You don't even know what it is. Court President: I don't want to know what it is. I told you not to interrupt. That means no interruptions, no outbursts and no objections. And no finger tapping. Or pencil tapping.