- Lt. Cmdr. Data: [asking Worf to take care of Spot] He will need to be fed once a day. He prefers feline supplement number 25.
- Lieutenant Worf: I understand.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: And he will require water. And you must provide him with a sandbox - and you must talk to him. Tell him he is a pretty cat, and a good cat...
- Lieutenant Worf: I will feed him.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: Perhaps that will be enough.
- Commander William T. Riker: Something wrong, sir?
- Capt. Picard: I just got a message from Starfleet Command.
- Commander William T. Riker: Bad news?
- Capt. Picard: You could say that. I've been invited to the annual Starfleet Admirals' banquet.
- Commander William T. Riker: My condolences.
- Capt. Picard: I've managed to avoid it for the past six years, but now it would seem that my luck has run out. I can't think of anything more tedious - fifty admirals shaking hands, making dull conversation, uninteresting food, boring speeches...
- Commander William T. Riker: Can't you think of some excuse to get out of it?
- Capt. Picard: After six years, Number One, I don't think I have any excuses left. Besides, I've been invited by Admiral Nakamura, the Sector Commander. He'd consider it an insult if I turned him down.
- Commander William T. Riker: We could cause a diplomatic crisis. Take the ship into the Neutral Zone and attack the Romulans. That should get you out of the banquet.
- Capt. Picard: I wouldn't count on it.
- Counselor Deanna Troi: Data, you must be the first person who's come into my office and been excited at the prospect of a new neurosis.
- Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: You know, I'm curious. What were you dreaming about when we woke you up?
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: I have not fully assimilated its impact. I would prefer to study the images further before discussing them.
- Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Mm... Sounds like it must've been pretty strange.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: 'Strange'... is not a sufficient adjective to describe the experience.
- Lieutenant Worf: Ever since you gave Alexander that music program, he's been playing it all night. *Every* night!
- Commander William T. Riker: Just wanted to broaden his horizons. Besides, he likes it.
- Lieutenant Worf: It is screeching, pounding dissonance. It is not music.
- Commander William T. Riker: Worf, It's better than music. It's jazz.
- Capt. Picard: Ensign Gates, set course for starbase 219, warp 6... engage.
- [ship doesn't move]
- Capt. Picard: Engage... Bridge to Engineering. Mr. La Forge, why isn't my ship moving?
- Admiral Nakamura: You're not trying to avoid this particular engagement, are you, Picard?
- Capt. Picard: No, no, certainly not. I'm... really looking forward to it.
- Admiral Nakamura: Good. I'll expect you soon. Nakamura out.
- Commander William T. Riker: I think he's on to you, sir.
- Capt. Picard: Mr. Data, what kind of cake is this?
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: It is a cellular peptide cake.
- Lieutenant Worf: [with his mouth full] With mint frosting.
- [last lines]
- [Troi has made a cake for Data - a cake that is shaped like him]
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: I wonder. What would Dr. Freud say about the symbolism of devouring oneself?
- Counselor Deanna Troi: Data - sometimes a cake is just a cake.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: Geordi, you do not seem to appreciate Ensign Tyler's enthusiasm.
- Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Mm, she's enthusiastic, all right - about me.
- Admiral Nakamura: [when the warp and impulse drive malfunctions prevent the Enterprise from reaching the Admiral's banquet] Are you expecting to have this problem fixed soon, or shall we send out a tow ship to bring you in?
- Counselor Deanna Troi: [citing Sigmund Freud] Dreams are the royal road to the knowledge of the mind.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: [analyzing Data's dream] Now, zee image of Counselor Troi - a female - is devoured by you, clearly indicating an unconscious desire to possess your own mother.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: But I do not have a mother.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: Do not interrupt! Ze knife, in its violent connotation, suggests a certain feeling of sexual inadequacy.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: But I have no sexual desire.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: Ach! Impotence on top of everyssing! It is all becoming clear to me now.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: Perhaps Dr. Freud was correct. The knife I dreamed about is the embodiment of my unconscious desire to inflict violence.
- Counselor Deanna Troi: Data, even Freud said: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar.
- Capt. Picard: How long before we have warp power again?
- Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: Well, we're gonna have to manufacture a new conduit, that's at least six hours work.
- Capt. Picard: [with feigned disappointment] Six hours? The banquet will be completely over by then; that's very unfortunate.
- Lt. Commander Geordi La Forge: I could try and speed things up a bit.
- Capt. Picard: Oh, no! No, uh... I wouldn't want to sacrifice the safety of the ship.
- Capt. Picard: [to Data] Normally, I would wish you pleasant dreams. But in this case, bad dreams would be more helpful.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: [to Councilor Troi; about his sleeping cat] I have often wondered what Spot dreams about. His twitching and rapid breathing would seem to suggest anxiety. But Spot has never seen a mouse, or any other form of Rodentia. He has never encountered an insect or been chased by a canine.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: [to Data] I believe you are experiencing a classic dismemberment dream. Or in your case, being a mechanical man, a dismantlement dream.
- Lieutenant Worf: Mmm... Delicious.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: What kind of cake are you eating?
- Lieutenant Worf: It is a cellular peptide cake... with mint frosting.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: Answer it.
- [Picard reaches for the ringing phone on Freud's desk]
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: Nein, nein, nein! Do not be so literal. When I say answer it, I mean respond to it, to zem.
- Dr. Sigmund Freud: [about Data's dream] Tell me more about this, um... *cake*.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: It is kind of difficult to explain. Counselor Troi's body... was a cake.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: May I ask you a favor?
- Lieutenant Worf: Yes.
- Lt. Cmdr. Data: Will you take care of Spot for me?
- Lieutenant Worf: [referring to Spot, Data's cat; slightly disturbed] Your *animal*?