“So, what do you think of my TNG script?”

“It’s great! But I don’t see any lines in here for Marina.”

“Who?”

“Counselor Troi.”

“I’m sorry, am I supposed to know who that is…?”

“What, does the torpedo seem depressed? You can sense feelings, Counselor, not the future.”

Picard: “Diana? Is everything alright?”

Diana: Liquid brain pouring out of her ears “I’m fine, I promise”

Meanwhile, Janeway be like:

Janeway: “Photon torpedoes, full spread!”
Tuvok: “Captain, may I remind you that we only have 38 torpedoes left to last us all the way to the Alpha Quadrant?”
Janeway: “Did I fucking stutter?”

“Thank you counselor. I’m already aware that your mother is on that ship.”