CAPTAIN PICARD: You know what I think we should do? Break the prime directive.
JASON VOORHEES: Pardon me, my good sir, dear lady, but I must protest your recent behaviour. I lived an admittedly sheltered life as a youth, my dear sweet mother was not over-fond of sexual relations outside the bonds of matrimony, nor the casual use of narcotics, or under-aged alcohol consumption, and as for me, well, how one chooses to occupy his or her free time is of course none of MY business, I must confess that those same things make me uncomfortable as well. You see, I met sweet lady death at the bottom of this very lake as a result of careless camp counselors who were so engrossed in said activities that they entirely failed to notice my difficulties staying afloat. As a result, my lungs filled up with more water than I generally like to keep in them, which made it predictably difficult both to breath and keep my head above water, and, well, there you are. So if you wouldn't mind, perhaps you could find some other location in which to practise your affections on one another. Thank you.