“Holy Smegging Birthday Cakes!!!!”
*Lysander almost came out of his seat.

“You totally just nuked my dead body!!!”
*Lysander to Rebecca Von Ernst during group role playing game.

Captain John Q Brhode paused in his log trying to come up with a suitably horrific ‘threat’ that he hadn’t used a thousand times already. That was the problem being the biggest butt-kicker in the fleet: it was hard work just trying to maintain some originality in his grumpiness. (Ed. Note: You got NO idea Bucko!)
*Captain John Q. Brhode

Damage control, the messiest work a man has to partake whenever an incident with a girlfriend became messy. The working machines of man (not human, but the male gender in general, of all races and species) have tried for generations to come up with all sorts of solutions for their general problems. One might remember the toilet seat problem back when waste reclamations were water powered (targeting lights were the solution). There was also the age-old problem of lipstick (still unsolved, thanks to the objections of the romance/adultery holofilm industry) and then the mother of all troubles, or one of a dozen that rank just as high, was the problem of finding a proper place to park your shuttlecraft…

Who are we kidding? Men neither have the organizational skills nor the time to build a brotherhood, much less a damage control organization that could solve all their petty, yet persistent lifetime problems. Sad, but true. Therefore, Corgan was up the creek on his latest problem.
*Lt. Commander James Lionel Corgan, Security Chief

"NO SOUP FOR YOU!!!" The replicator whirred and shut down.
*Kylar Curran, Chief Federation Liaison Officer, victim to one of the Quick virus quirks.

"Smeg the Princess, I am the cats nipples!" Lysander told the bridge, none of whom paid him any attention whatsoever.
*Lysander going crazy on the bridge

Crom slammed headlong into a bulkhead as he ran screaming through the bowels of the Galaxy. A tide of beetles swarmed the corridors after him, trying everlong to reach the shrieking naked brown figure. Crom ran past many possibly stupefied faces as he made his way back to his quarters.
*I just thought it was a funny image.

“Goooooooooood Morning DEFIANT!!!” a familiar voice shook the very deck plates that Donovan ran on, “Air Quick is now in service on the Main Shuttle Deck. Anybody left needs to boogie on down here to get out, or we are in mucho trouble-o”
*Dr. Quick paging the away team

"Frag me up a Denebian Slime Devils' spinxster." James crudely, bitterly muttered.
*Lt. Commander James Lionel Corgan, Security Chief

“Not yet, ma’am – we need to find out which one of them is the real Lt. Krieghoff first.”

“Does it matter?” O’Rourke snapped.
*During the fight between the two Victors.

"Weak? Well, most likely it has to do with your not being on the Away Team. You're used to maintaining direct control over those under your command, but you aren't in a position to have complete control over what happens over there and that makes you feel vulnerable."

Bhrode stared off into space for a moment, seeming to digest this.

"Wrong." he announced in a cold voice.

*Dallas and Bhrode

Nothing around her made a noise. Except of course for the voices in her head.
*Rose McAllen

For all his life Jeb Quick had been driven by the single burning purpose of discovering everything there was to know about ‘everything’.

Why was the sky blue?

What was the interphasic relationship between gluons and mesons?

How can Schroedingers cat be alive and dead at the same time?

Do trees dream in color?

*Dr. Quick

“G. . . .Galaxy. . .F. . .five to beam back.”

The crackling response, however was not the one the away team expected.

=/\= I’m a little teapot. . . .short and stout. . . . .this is my handle. . . .this is my spout. . . . . .=/\=
*The Away team on board the Defiant

Thanks again go out to Mekaela, the writer of Ella Grey for scouring the archives for these quotes. No easy task, considering the amount of content.