Star Trek: The Next Generation1987

Counselor Troi:
Mother, I'm trying to help the boy learn the value of responsibility. You're not helping by giving him a lot of mixed messages.

Lwaxana Troi:
I exposed you to all sorts of mixed messages when you were that age, you still turned out deadly dull. What are you so worried about?

Counselor Troi:
Among other things, his relationship with his father.

Lwaxana Troi:
Oh!

Counselor Troi:
No more holodeck, Mother.

Lwaxana Troi:
Oh...

Counselor Troi:
Please. Anyway, why aren't you all absorbed in your wedding plans? It's only three days away.

Lwaxana Troi:
I'm letting Mr. Homn handle all the mundane details. He knows my tastes.

Counselor Troi:
Mother...

Lwaxana Troi:
Deanna, there is absolutely nothing to do, you nosy little girl. Campio's already sent me his mother's wedding gown, which Mr. Homn is now altering for me. Outside of that, there really isn't anything else that I...

Counselor Troi:
Wedding gown? Mother, stop. You're telling me you're not going to be naked at your own wedding?

Lwaxana Troi:
Campio is from a different planet with different traditions. He would not approve of a traditional Betazoid wedding, so I am happily adapting. Now, it's as simple as that, and I need some tea.

Counselor Troi:
I can't believe I'm hearing this from the heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed, holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx.

Lwaxana Troi:
Oh! Oh, why can't I ever work this replicator?

Counselor Troi:
Mother, I think it's time to talk about this mysterious marriage to a man you've never met.

Lwaxana Troi:
Computer, some Jestral tea, please. [turns from replicator to Deanna] Oh, anyway, why shouldn't I get married if I choose to? You make everything into such a mystery. There is no mystery, Deanna, [turns to get tea] except about this Petrokian sausage. The tea - all I wanted was a cup of tea. [takes sausage out of cup] Oh, dear, I think you're replicator's having a nervous collapse. Oh... [takes a drink of tea]