SPOCK: The question is most illogical. I fail to see why a rational being would expend the time and energy necessary to ponder this question.
KIRK: But Spock -- you see...that chicken...that chicken...HAD
to...cross that road. It was...INEVITABLE. It's that desire to explore new worlds...to face one's destiny! It's that spirit that
binds all creatures of this universe into one living, breathing organism that will continue to grow - to..change...from now to...ETERNITY!
SCOTTY: Well, y'see, Cap'n, that wee bird was giving it all she's got. She canna go any faster than that!
McCOY: How in the HELL should I know why that chicken crossed the damn road? I'm a doctor, not an animal psychologist! But I'll tell you this: if that chicken DID try to cross that road, she didn't make it. She's DEAD, Jim!
WORF: Klingon chickens do not cross roads.
DATA: Unknown, Sir. But I can precisely estimate to the one thousandth of a kilometre the speed the chicken was moving, accounting for all variable factors, including wind speed, direction, and temperature, the height of the sun in the sky at that exact moment in time, average chicken speed, the amount of precipitation which had fallen in the past 3.5 days, which may or may not affect the amount of frict--
PICARD: MR. DATA SHUT UP!
TROI: I feel its need for chocolate...
BORG: The chicken will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
GEORDI: What chicken?
WESLEY: (whines something unintelligible)
QUARK: The profit potatential was higher than not crossing
the road. Rule of Acquisition number 62.
ZEPHRAM COCHRANE: Bartender!
Q: You mean you don't know? Stupid mortal.
SISKO: I am NOT Hawke! ...what was the question?
