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Dr. Bashir: It probably heard about my amazing medical skills not to mention
my sexual prowess and came to get some pointers.
B'Elanna: I'm sure it felt
suffocated by all the **** regulations of **** Starfleet and just couldn't
stand it any longer!
Bones: Dammit Jim, I'm a doctor, not an ornithologist!
The Borg: Crossing the road is irrelevant. The chicken will be assimilated.
Resistance is futile.
Charlie X: Because it didn't want to STAY...STAY...STAY...
Chekov: It must have been on its way to assist in saving my life for the
billionth time.. did I scream just now?
Dr. Crusher: If there's nothing wrong with the chicken, there must be
something wrong with the universe.
Data: The chicken, in observing that it was on the opposite side of the 20th
century Terran paved roadway, was aware that its immediate goal should have
been to traverse the distance without interception by an kind of
combustion-propelled personal transport vehicle, but I am unclear as to why
any kind of domesticated fowl should desire to perambulate upon a conveyance
normally reserved for the usage of...yes, sir.
Dax: To get to the other side. Kurzon might have disagreed with me, Tobin
I'm sure wouldn't have had a clue, and then there's...
Gene Roddenberry: To boldly go where no chicken had gone before.
Geordi: Well, wherever it's going, I'm sure it'll have more luck with women
than I do.
The Grand Nagus: Stupid chicken! You don't cross the road all at once! You
sneak across it quietly, without anyone noticing!
Gul Dukat: Well, that's a very interesting question...I'm sure we can work
out some kind of arrangement to obtain that information that will be to
everyone's satisfaction.
Harry: I don't know, it's my first mission.
Harvey Mudd: Chicken? I don't remember any chicken. No no no, there's been a
terrible misunderstanding.
HoloDoc: How should I know? No one tells me anything around here. I didn't
even know we added chickens to the crew. All I know is that it would have
been nice, BEFORE the chicken went off to the cross the road, if it had
remembered to turn me off!
Hugh the Borg: Maybe it just needed a big hug!
Jake: Check out the babe that just came off that transport!
Janeway: Its primary goal was no doubt to get back to the Alpha
Quadrant...and it probably misses its dog.
Kes: It was remembering back to the times when its ancestors crossed roads
all the time! They lost those abilities because they stopped using them!
Khan: With my last breath I spit at the chicken...
Kira: It was probably being chased by those cursed Cardassians.
Kirk: You chicken bastard, you killed my son...YOU chicken BASTARD, you
killed...my SON...you CHICKEN bastard....you killed my...son!
Lwaxana Troi: Oh, Jean-Luc!
Mr. Homn:
Neelix: Actually, Captain, I'm not really familiar with the chickens in this
system. But, if you can catch it, I can cook it.
Nurse Chapel: Oh, Spock!
O'Brien: No problem, Commander, I'll get right on it.
Odo: I don't know, but I'm sure it must be Quark's fault.
Paris: Well, I think that...say, that's a lovely shirt you're wearing.
Picard: There are four lights!
Q: Wouldn't you like to know? Too bad your puny human brain wouldn't be able
to comprehend the answer.
Quark: Who, me?
Riker: I don't know why, but I know how: with pleasure, sir.
Sarek: Sometimes logic fails me where chickens are concerned.
Scotty: Because she couldna take much morrrrrre.
Sisko: It was seeking deeper meaning. Jake, do you see what we've learned
from all this?
Dr. Soran: His heart just wasn't in it. (Scenes of chicken torture with
nanoprobes have been edited out.)
Spock: Fascinating, Captain, it is illogical for a chicken to risk its life
in such a manner.
Sulu: Don't call me Tiny!
Tasha: That depends...was it fully functional?
Troi: I feel the chicken's pain!
Tuvok: That's not a question we'd prefer to hear from a senior officer. It
makes the junior officers nervous.
Uhura: Shall I open hailing frequencies so you can ask it, sir?
V'Ger: To join with the Creator.
Wesley: I'm not sure, but I can figure it out if I reroute these systems and
reconfigure the warp field and run a complete internal whootchacallit on the
computers and...
Worf: I don't know. KLINGON chickens do NOT cross roads.
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