Peter: [to William Shatner] Yes, I have a question for Captain Kirk...in that episode where you drown your wife; Why are you so fat?
[Lois, Peter and Meg are at the Star Trek Convention]
Meg Griffin: Dad, this is stupid! I'm so bored!
Peter Griffin: How can you be bored? This convention has everything! You can even try on LeVar Burton's visor.
[Peter picks up the visor and wears it. People in his vision suddenly appear to look like Ku Klux Klan members holding torches and a shotgun]
Peter Griffin: [screams, then removes the visor] Why would he wear these?!...Who would invent these for him?!
[Stewie's bedroom, the entire cast of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" are standing on his transporter pad, with Stewie standing beside the transporter controls, exhausted]
Stewie Griffin: [To the cast] This...was...exhausting. This whole experience, was absolutely...exhausting. You people have ruined Star Trek: The Next Generation for me, you are absolutely, the most insufferable group of jackasses I have ever had the misfortune of spending an extended period of time with, I hope you all fucking die.
Patrick Stewart: I still have five prize tickets from the Carnival.
Stewie Griffin: There was nothing for five tickets. We've been over this!
Patrick Stewart: Well, but, LeVar and I were going to pool ours for the fuzzy troll pencil topper.
Stewie Griffin: Oh yeah? You gonna share that?
LeVar Burton: Yeah, we were gonna share it.
Stewie Griffin: Really? How's that gonna work?
Patrick Stewart: Three days at my house, three days at LeVar's, and alternating Sundays.
Stewie Griffin: For a pencil-topper?!
Michael Dorn: I have to pee again.
Stewie Griffin: That's it. Goodbye.
[Stewie pulls a lever on the control panel, and the cast are dematerialized. The drink that LeVar was holding however, was not, and it falls to the floor, spilling everywhere]
Stewie Griffin: Fuck!!
Brian: I thought only he without sin could cast the first Prius.
Peter Griffin: Ha!
Brian: Ok, fine, the let me ask you this. If there were a God, would He have put you here on Earth with a flat chest and a fat ass.
Meg Griffin: I'm made in His image.
Brian: Really? Would He give you a smoking hot Mom like Lois and have you grow-up looking like Peter?
Meg Griffin: Well...
Brian: And what kind of God would put you in a house where no one respects and cares about you, not even enough to give you a damn mumps shot?!
Cleveland: Hey, where the hell is my van?
[Stewie and the cast of "Star Trek: The Next Generation" stop at the McDonald's drive thru]
Marina Sirtis: Stewie, I'm not really much of a fast food eater.
Stewie Griffin: Yeah, can you read my mind? Can you tell what I'm thinking right now? I'm thinking "shut up and get a salad."
Brent Spiner: I want some McNuggets!
Stewie Griffin: We'll get to you, Brent.
Wil Wheaton: I want a hamburger. No, a cheeseburger. I want a hot dog, I want a milkshake...
[Patrick Stewart punches Wil Wheaton in the back of the head]
Patrick Stewart: You'll get nothing and like it!
Stewie Griffin: Uh, hello?
Employee: Yes, welcome to McDonald's. Can I help you?