"Starfleet, again you have responded to my requests for a new chief engineer by sending new chefs. Once I can understand being a typographical error, but this is the 5th time now....."
"Admiral, we are all on the same side here, and of the same rank. You would prefer to surrender this sector of space to the Borg than attempt to work with your fellow officers? We may not be up to your standards, but we are not Ensigns. Get over it and get back in the battle NOW."
"Starfleet, I requested diplomats, and you sent me entertainers... exactly what kind of 'diplomacy' do you think we engage in out here?"
"We can travel through space at faster than light speeds and rearrange matter into a nice steaming perfectly brewed cup of tea, but can't anyone or any way to keep the sensors polished so we can target past 10km? My son's telescope can see further than that."
"Yes yes, you are the borg, we are the children. You want to assimilate and think we should give in. There's a choice we're making, we are saving our own lives. You think we'll make a better day both you and me..... Old song, heard it before. I am not going to donate my crew or ship to 'Borg for Alpha Quadrant.' I already donated to 'Aid the Planet.' "