“Yeah man, dang ol’ prime directive, man. Danged if you do, danged if you don’t dang ol’.”

Man I tell you hwat Dale bout there-that dang ol transport, man. Got none that beam you' like-an aint good'nuff fix you up wit' some that turb'lence.

Dale would absolutely not use the transporter, doesn't want the feds to get his DNA.

Unless you’re Scotty.

He’s so tough he can wear a red shirt and actually survive a 5 year mission.

I could see Dale as a very misinformed Romulan.

"Bobby, why are you wearing a girl's minidress?"

"It's a Louis Vuitton scant, and it's unisex. Question: does Troi wear leotards? I don't know, but the Chief Propane Engineer does!"

This ship doesn't use those crystals to run, we run pure premium propane through the injectors. Our nacelles are the cleanest nacelles in the fleet.

That crew ain't right

And then Hank starts telling the transporter chief that he's doing everything wrong

“Pocket Tribble!”

My Mason 5000 can beat your "Enterprise" any day of the week!