Sisko | Worf: And now, a personal request, Sir. Permission to clean up the bridge. Worf: For battle come to me!
Worf: A ship has one bridge! One bridge!! One Riker, one bridge! Wesley: Are you telling me to go yell at Salia?
Riker: You're outmanned, you're outgunned, you're outequipped - what else have you got? Worf: Sir, I protest - I am NOT a merry man!!
Guinan: It's an Earth drink. Prune juice.
Worf: Klingons do not "pursue relationships." They conquer that which they desire. Picard: Perhaps we have a poltergeist!
Riker: Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on the ship lately?
Worf: Please, Mrs. Troi! ... and it is Worf, not Woof. Worf: Congratulations. You are now fully dilated to ten centimeters. You may now give birth.
Worf: The computer simulation was not like this. That delivery was very orderly.
Worf in a mudbath: You're just supposed to sit here? Annie the barmaid: What'll you have?
Data: You must talk to him. Tell him that he is a good cat, and a pretty cat...
Worf to Kira: Nice hat. Kira: What do Klingons dream about?
Dax to Worf: You know, for a Klingon who was raised by humans, wears a Starfleet uniform and drinks prune juice, you're pretty attached to tradition. That's okay. I like a man riddled with contradictions. Garak: Mr Worf, you're no fun at all.
Worf: I do not smirk. But if I did, this would be a good opportunity. Kid: Are you the Son of Mogh?
Dax: First we'll shed blood, and then we'll feast.
Worf: I have a sense of humour! On the Enterprise I was considered quite amusing.
Worf: Assimilate this! |