I don't care if it's the middle of the day. I just want to put you in a box and stick swords in you.

Hey, I'm just saying, I'm here if you need me to step in. No, no, no. I got this.

Who place the knife there, Private? It was an accident, Sergeant. I was playing stretch.

All of these devices that make modern life possible have one basic thing in common, you've got to plug them into the wall.

You see, if we'd gone around them like I said, she would've given us those tickets. Damnit.

The king is never safe. How many people in this city alone would love to see his head on a pike?

No. Your name is Private Idiot. You know why? Cause I have a knife in my foot.

But short of putting electrodes in your brain and monitoring your response to my companionship, this is the best I can do.

I have a knife in my foot, Sergeant. Oh yes. Of course. That's it, the knife. What is your name soldier? Smitty Riker.

Oh, yeah. Yeah, I used to do a lot of these in college. Sometimes it's questions. Sometimes they hook stuff up to you.

And they're not the only ones. It's turkey sausage wrapped in a pancake on a stick.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Or perhaps the moment I do so, a program in that drive will seek out every device my laptop's been connected to, everyone that's close to me.

The flower in your hair, it's like I had on the bus. You looked very sweet. But then... "You have such nice eyes."

I should've taken that gavel and shoved it right down his throat. I would've gone the other way, but it would've gotten to his throat.

Which is why we buried it when we arrived and planted that flag, so we can never be stupid enough to accidentally go near it again.

Gentlemen, if I may interject, I've decided my rank will be captain. If it's good enough for Kirk, Crunch and Kangaroo, it's good enough for me.