Geordi: Well, wherever it’s going, I’m sure it’ll have more luck with women than I do.
Data: The chicken, in observing that it was on the opposite side of the 20th century Terran paved roadway, was aware that its immediate goal should have been to traverse the distance without interception by an kind of combustion- propelled personal transport vehicle, but I am unclear as to why any kind of domesticated fowl should desire to perambulate upon a conveyance normally reserved for the usage of…yes, sir.
Troi: I feel the chicken’s pain!
Riker: I don’t know why, but I know how: with pleasure, sir
Picard: There are four lights!