Deanna: Time line?! This is no time to argue about time! We don't have the time!... Look, he wouldn't even talk to me unless I had a drink with him. And then, it took three shots of something called "tequila" just to find out he was the one we're looking for. And I spent the last 20 minutes trying to keep his hands off me. So don't go criticizing my counseling technique... It's a primitive culture...I'm just trying to blend in.
Riker: You're blended, all right.
Deanna: What was I saying?
*thud*