Macbeth. Act 5, Scene 1.

CRUSHER: I have two nights taken this shift with you, but can perceive no truth in your reports. What is his status?
TROI: Since the captain took leave, I have seen Worf rise from his bed, throw on his silver night-dress, take up a PADD, wield it as if it were a rapier, search the room, and return to bed, all while fast asleep.
CRUSHER: God's teeth! I could write a paper on't. I could win the Carrington for this! What have you heard him say?
TROI: See for yourself.
Enter WORF.
CRUSHER: Look, how he scratches at his arms!
TROI: It is an accustomed action with him, I have known him to continue this until 0200 hours.
WORF: Yet there's a Spot!
CRUSHER [Scanning WORF with her tricorder]: Hark! I must attend this.
WORF [Crouching to look under the bed]: Out damned Spot! Out, I say!
DATA [Entering]: Commander! How fortunate. It seems you have found my cat!
WORF [Lifting SPOT from beneath his bed]: For the last time, Data, get this mongrel out of my quarters. Did I not tell you I am allergic?
DATA [Petting SPOT]: I'm so sorry, Sir! Would you like to hear my latest sonnet, number 101? It begins: O truant meows, what shall be thy amends...
WORF growls.
DATA (with SPOT) rapidly exunt.

Hamlet. Act 1, Scene 4.

DATA: Data to Commander Riker.
RIKER[through the Com system]: What is it? Thou hast interrupted my beard strengthening exercises.
DATA: Forgive me, sir. But a harrowing and vexing spirit hast appeared on the bridge.
RIKER: Indeed? I shall be there anon.
He is there anon.
RIKER [Seeing the GHOST]: O God! What vile devil hast taken the most virtuous shape of my dearest Troi?
GHOST: 'Tis I, Troi! Victim of murder most foul!
RIKER: But I thought you were on Risa!
GHOST: Alas, the gold leotards did chafe so.
RIKER: Murder!
GHOST: Hear this! While I was being anointed with fragrant oils by a bemuscled and naked Bajoran, a leprous destilment of poison was poured into my raktajino!
RIKER: O, fie! O Earth! O Ferenginar! O Cestus III!
DATA [Aside to GEORDIE]: Something is rotten on the bridge of the Enterprise.
GHOST: And the villain that stung your lover's life...now sits in the captain's chair!
RIKER [Tearing at his beard]: O, HORRIBLE! MOST HORRIBLE!
GHOST transforms into Q. 
Q: Just kidding. LOL!

Romeo and Juliet. Act 2, Scene 2.

PICARD: But soft, what light through yon viewscreen breaks?
It is the east, and Crusher is the sun!
RIKER: Actually, that really is the sun.
PICARD: Oh. Reverse thrusters!