Lieutenant Worf: You are late.
K'Ehleyr: Sorry. Had to make myself beautiful.
Lieutenant Worf: I fail to understand why.
K'Ehleyr: Worf, we're alone now. You don't have to act like a Klingon glacier. I don't bite. Well, that's wrong. I *do* bite.
Lieutenant Worf: I've noted that some people use humor as a shield. They talk much, yet say little.
K'Ehleyr: I hid the truth from you. Last night did have meaning. I was tempted to take the oath with you. It scared me. I've never had such strong feelings toward anyone.
Lieutenant Worf: Nor have I.
K'Ehleyr: Then it *was* more than just a point of honor. Maybe someday, when our paths cross again... I won't be so easy to get rid of.
Lieutenant Worf: K'Ehleyr - I will not be complete without you.
[after being intimate with K'Ehleyr, Worf initiates a formal Klingon oath of marriage]
K'Ehleyr: Wait. You can't mean...
Lieutenant Worf: We are mated.
K'Ehleyr: Yes, I know! I was there!
K'Ehleyr: I will NOT take the oath!
Lieutenant Worf: Then this night had no meaning! And *that* I will not believe.
K'Ehleyr: Believe what you will.
[in a poker round, Riker seems unsure about how to proceed]
Doctor Pulaski: 50 is the bet. What's the matter? Your feet getting cold?
Commander William T. Riker: My cards are getting cold.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Whenever Starfleet gets enigmatic, I know we're about to face a challenge.
K'Ehleyr: Whoever said getting there was half the fun never rode in a class 8 probe.
[the Enterprise is approaching the T'Ong, a Klingon battle cruiser]
Lt. Commander Data: Sensors show life forms aboard, but I am unable to ascertain whether they are awake or dormant. However, their propulsion system is inactive, so I would hypothesize that the crew is asleep.
[the Klingon ship is firing at them]
Lt. Commander Data: However, I could be in error.
[K'Ehleyr is working in the tactical room when Worf enters with Data]
K'Ehleyr: An android chaperone?
Lt. Commander Data: Android, of course, is correct, but... I fail to see how 'chaperone' is applicable to this situation.
K'Ehleyr: Never mind.
K'Ehleyr: Poor android. Whose behavior do you find more perplexing - Human... or Klingon?
Lt. Commander Data: At the moment... I would find it difficult to choose.
K'Ehleyr: So would I.
K'Ehleyr: Damn you, Worf! You'd let me go without saying another word, wouldn't you?
Lieutenant Worf: What needs to be said?
K'Ehleyr: Nothing. Everything.
K'Ehleyr: Sometimes I feel there's a monster inside of me, fighting to get out.
Counselor Deanna Troi: And it frightens you?
K'Ehleyr: Of course it does. My Klingon side can be... terrifying - even to me.
Counselor Deanna Troi: It gives you strength. It's a part of you.
K'Ehleyr: That doesn't mean I have to like it.
[in an outburst of rage, K'Ehleyr has smashed a glass table to pieces, when Troi enters her quarters]
Counselor Deanna Troi: You're upset.
K'Ehleyr: Your finely honed Betazoid sense tell you that?
Counselor Deanna Troi: Well - that, and the table.
Counselor Deanna Troi: I find the exercise programs on the holodeck rigorous enough to take my mind off most frustrations.
K'Ehleyr: And it'll keep me from wrecking the ship.
Counselor Deanna Troi: That too.
K'Ehleyr: Tell me one thing. You would have gone through with the oath, wouldn't you? Regardless of the consequences to our careers, to our lives.
Lieutenant Worf: Honor demanded no less.
K'Ehleyr: What do you want? Is honor all you care about? Don't you *feel* anything else?
[in order to accustom a rather suspicious Captain K'Temoc to the 24th century, Worf poses as Captain of the Enterprise]
Lieutenant Worf: Captain, as you are new to this century, I have tried to be patient. But I will tolerate no further insubordination. Drop your shields, immediately!
Capt. K'Temoc: And if I refuse?
Lieutenant Worf: Then die in ignorance. I can waste no more time on you.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard: Lieutenant, I order you to relax.
Lieutenant Worf: [agitated] I *am* relaxed!
Captain Jean-Luc Picard: I've never before seen the Lieutenant so... unsettled.
Commander William T. Riker: The Iceman's finally melting.