Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

Oo-mox is only the beginning.

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

The repetitive nature of the subcarrier pattern

Mother, stop it.

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

that you risked your life to save my people.

I don't know, familiar somehow.

Now, that simply has to stop.

Do you wish to leave orbit, sir?

And unless you wanna create an interstellar incident,

More to the left, woman.

you had better beam back to your ship.

Thank you, sir.

Beam her to their Bridge, now.

There is no need for threats.

Listen, Tog, I must possess Lwaxana,

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

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

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

in always being there for someone else

You are beautiful.

You can't resign now.

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

Mother, please.

I toast the success of the trade conference, Reittan.

Not to worry. You will.

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

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

That'll be all.

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

Just the two of us.