Movie Caption Contest #222: A Generations Finale

Happy Saturday everyone! Hope the week has gone well for you!



First up to the plate, we have the "Picard's Bucket List" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Oooops!" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Worst Crossover Ever" Award, going to:

Our Photoshop award, goes to:

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congrats to our winners!

And now, we conclude our trip through the TNG films, next contest, we'll start to mix it up for awhile and get TOS back in the game.







Enjoy!

 

Worf: I really hope that we're still in emergency transporter range of the Enterprise.



[Insert Troi's bad driving joke here]



Stewart: Get back, Brent! The fans found out you were a writer on this movie!
Enjoy!

 

Picard: "Would any of my officers care to put their frigging hands on their frigging controls?"

 

Thanks for the win, both for this one and the previous thread.



Wheee! I love riding the Teacups!




Prepare for LUDICROUS SPEED!




Captain, you really should be wearing eye protection while using welding equipment.

 

Stewart: You know, people often compare this dune buggy scene to the chariot race scene in Ben Hur.

Dorn: Really? What do they say?

Stewart: They usually say "That chariot race was great, but this dune buggy scene stinks."

(Confession: Okay, I borrowed that joke from an MST3K episode.)

 

Worf: I do not wish to become a 'backseat driver', but I believe you just ran over two - (CLUMP) -- three mailboxes.


Picard: DEANNA!
Deanna: I SWEAR IT'S NOT MY FAULT!


Picard: You people were warned not to come back!
(beat)
Picard: Those cookies go straight to my rear end.

 

Worf: Sir, does the phrase, "Mid-Life Crisis" mean anything to you?


Deanna: Sir! According to my readings, the ship cannot take another direct hit from a plot hole.
Data: Unfortunately, Captain, it appears we are in a script with a massive amount of plot holes.
Picard: All hands, abandon franchise! I repeat, abandon franchise!


Picard: Stupid Sirius Cybernetics Corporation door! That'll teach you to have a cheerful and sunny disposition!

 

Data: "According to the reflective piece of metal behind you Captain, instead of myself - a pale faced android wearing a starfleet uniform, there is a tanned faced man wearing a white shirt currently sitting in my seat."



Picard: "What the fukk going on, I can't see a bloody thing back here!!!"

 

Worf: This reminds me of a Klingon sport known as Nas'qar. Except, instead of driving in an oval making left turns, it's a rhombus.



"Transporter room! Quickly, lock onto... oh, nevermind. That was Mr. Branson. I thought it was one of the senior staff."



Rick Berman was very pleased with his decision to outsource the phaser effects shots to Bran Ferrin.

 

Blessed be for the win.




Their expressions reflect the size of their saleries.




Picard: This carpet is filthy!

Troi: Priorities Sir!




Picard: DIE ALIEN SCUM!!!!

Data: Commander Riker was on our side Sir.

Picard: Now he's on all sides!

 

Picard: "Ha! Who looks like a kewl badass now!"
Worf (thinking): "Geek."

 

Stewart: I'm getting paid 14 million for this crap, and they even put this ridiculous buggy in the movie! (laughs)



Data: She canna take any more of this captain!
LaForge: I'm givin her all she's got!
Picard: Are we talking about the ship or Counselor Troi?



Picard: Data, I can't talk right now I'm shooting down space orcs by the dozens video game style.
Data: Should you not at least take cover, sir?
Picard: Quiet, I turned godmode on!

 

RED TEAM HAS THE FLAG

Picard: "Suck it, Blues!"



Picard: "Is it me, or is it a bit drafty in here?"

[Branson is sucked outside]

Picard: "Branson, you ponce! Get back in here! You'll catch a cold!"



DOUBLE KILL

TRIPLE KILL

OVERKILL

KILLTACULAR

KILLTROCITY

KILLIMANJARO

KILLTASTROPHE

KILLPOCALYPSE

KILLIONAIRE

 

Picard: if my calculations are correct, when this baby hits 88 miles per hour, you gonna see some serious shit

 

Picard: Arthritis be damned! It's not got to stop me driving this vehicle!


Picard: And counsellor, please be sure to point this ship in a direction so as to not have its viewscreen blasted out!


Picard: I screwed with your mothers you Reman buggers!
Data: Captain, may I suggest we not inflame the situation?

 

Picard: Holy crap... why is he shooting the bridge? Has he like, totally forgotten his master plan? Hey! Bane! You need me alive you idiot!

Geordi: Reman boarding party has just beamed over Sir... about as far away from you as they could possibly get.

Picard: Who'd have thought a man raised by aliens who haven't invented the pedicure wouldn't be the military genius we'd been led to believe he was.

 

PICARD: They're going up stairs? All their friends died horrible deaths and they're going up stairs to have sex?????

TROI: Idiots! Call the police!!!!!!

DATA: This is why I hate movie night.

 

Picard: "Mr. Data, for God's sake, would you kindly put out that rancid stoogie!"

 

Picard: Yeah! Fast car!
Meanwhile Worf is controlling the bluescreen.


EMH randomly pops in: Where's the helm?


Picard: I'll use my Professor X powers so they won't be able to hit me.
Data: Captain, this is a different franchise.
Picard: It's working isn't it?