Ms. Frizzle *in a star fleet uniform* “battle stations everyone”
We never violated the Prime Directive at my old school…
*staring at a corner of a galaxy map* “I guess you could say we measure distance in star feet.”
*groaning* “CARLOS!“
“Please let this be a normal away mission”
“With the Frizz? NO WAY!”
“Is that a Romulan ship?”
“Oh bad oh bad oh bad”