TNG Caption This! 280: Everybody just have a good time

Happy Saturday to everyone!





First up to the plate, we have the "Repairing the Timeline" award, going to:

Next, we have the "Making my reservations now," Award, going to:

Next, we have the "There goes your allowance..." Award, going to:

Next, we have the "I guess that's what happens when you transform the Captain" Award, going to:

Next, we have the "Special Guest Appearance" Award, going to:

A Special "Outfoxed by LeadHead" Award goes to:

Congrats to our winners! Many thanks to everyone who participated!

Continuing my pattern of not putting many details together about a LeadHead's 100 contest celebration plus 25 years of TNG, I'm still keeping that in development.

I'm slightly unsure about when I will put up next weeks contest. It'll either be sometime friday... or sometime in the following 3 days. I'll aim for friday if at all possible.











Enjoy!

 

Worf: Great, neither of us know how to use the transporter. Where's a qualified extra when you need one?



La Forge: Coordinates Locked, Captain. You'll beam right into the middle of your family reunion.



Picard: Be calm, we come in peace.

Worf: Phasers locked on target.

Picard: Crap.



La Forge: Looks like there may be some issues with the 1st season blu-ray audio, Commander.

Riker: Dang, we'll have to offer replacement discs.



Worf: Enough! after listening to both of you bicker, I'm convinced that you are both without honor!

 

Worf: I told you I could do it. Now look what you've done. I have half of the captain & you have half



I'll save you the mutiny. You're on your own



Picard: I'm clearly an unarmed man here. So why don't you lower your shields?



Riker: I could use a back rub

Geordi: Creepy much? Go ask Data

Riker: I did. Why do you think my back hurts?



Worf: Look, Doctor. You want to save them. I want to kill them. Let's compromise. I'll kill some & just maim the rest

 

Data: "Worf, would you mind stepping aside? I would really like to perform this transport myself. If you could just move over a bit? You are in the way! I cannot reach the controls! If you would just let me--"
Worf: "Clearly, you have never viewed Mr. Spock's instructional video on 'How to Take Control of the Transporter.'"




LaForge: "Are you sure about this, Captain? Remember, you only get one chance to make a first impression!"




Picard: "Temba, his arms wide?"
Tamarian (on viewscreen): "Troi, her garments discarded?"
Troi: "Worf, his communication link closed!"




Riker: "What was that you just whispered under your breath, Geordi? Sounded like 'overbearing, micromanaging twit!'"




Picard: "We've just completed a comprehensive cost/benefits analysis on the new Holographic Doctor software. And, well, there's no easy way to say this, Beverly..."
Worf: "Been nice workin' with ya."

 

Thanks for the win you man with head of lead:



Worf: Are you sure Chief O'Brien will appreciate the humour in setting his controls to play "Riverdance" everytime he uses them?

Data: My studies of the 20th century comedian "Jim Davidson" suggests extreme stereotypes are more amusing. I have also studied several of his jokes related to your skin colour, would you like to hear one?




Stewart: Ah, Mr Berman. I'd like to begin salary negotiations for the fourth season.




Picard: And my favourite thing about Troi is...

Worf: Is this where you say "She's right behind me"?

Picard: Unless she's right in front of me I don't care where she is.




Geordi: After extensive orbital scans we've firmly established that the planet is blue.




Worf: ...And then I was all like, "Your father was a liar and a traitor" and then I...

Hello? Anyone home? Jeeez, why don't you two just get a room already?

 

Geordi: *Sigh* Why can't I get a girl friend?
Riker: Oh you know, it's easy. Dating is all evolutionary, really.

 

Picard: Mr LaForge, this is your annual Performance Management interview. I hope you've met your targets. Or else .......
LaForge: Well, Sir... I've added some really cool Ascii art to the transporter. They are snakes!
Picard: Indeed.....

 

Tonight, On A Very Special TNG: Worf and Data attempt to play a piano duet on the transporter console, with tragic consequences for those on the pad at the time.



GEORDI: Let me get this right, you want me to beam you in directly underneath Dr Crusher's bathroom?
PICARD: Phaser is primed for peephole-making!



PICARD: No, I swear, it really was this big. I would have reeled it in but it broke the line and swam away.



GEORDI: That's no moon...
RIKER: No crossovers!



PICARD (thinking): I love it when she crosses her arms; it really accentuates her boobs.
WORF (thinking): I love it when she crosses her arms; those sharp elbows would cause serious damage in combat.

 

WORF: I'm pretty sure its red, blue, yellow then circle.

DATA: I have a positronic brain. The sequence is red, circle, yellow, blue.

O'BRIEN (os): We getting beamed up or not?

WORF: Yeah, in a minute. Could you answer a question, Chief?

O'BRIEN: Its red, circle, blue, yellow ya idiots!!!!!!





LAFORGE: Is that really your best "Bad ass mother" pose?



PICARD: Mister Riker, please put your pants on!!!!!



RIKER: Can you get the football game on that?

 

BEVERLY (thinking): I love it when Jean-Luc falls asleep standing up, the glare off his bald head makes a handy night light.

 

Picard: Are YOU talking to ME? I don't see anyone else here...
Worf: They've fired phasers!

 

Data: If only we could find someone who can operate this transporter...
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Data: Beating this level is easy, here let me show you...
Worf: There is no honor in receiving help on an Angry Birds level from an android!


Geordi: No sir, I haven't seen Dirty Harry, but believe me, I still don't think you're doing it right.


Picard: *singing* So now I come to you, with open arms, nothing to hide, believe what I say. So here I am with open arms, hoping you'll see what your love means to me, Open arms...
Troi *thinking to herself*, I really hope mother doesn't fall for this. Otherwise, I'm going to have to call, "Mr. Can't Carry a Tune," "Dad."


Riker: So, I was showing her my "O" face...
Geordi: With all due respect, sir, you're just rubbing it in that I can never get a date, aren't you?
Riker *pause* Yeah, pretty much...


Picard: Relax, Beverly, we were just joking about killing Wesley....now can you excuse Mr. Worf and myself for a minute.
*pulls Worf into the corner to talk privately*
Ix-nay on illing-kay the -oy-bay.

 

Captain Archer: Oh boy.

 

PICARD: Well, I guess all that's left to say is, come here and give your father a hug, Wesley.

 

Thanks for the win, LeadHead! I'm honored.



Geordi: Now Captain, you're sure this cardboard cutout of you will fool the Mintakans into releasing Counselor Troi?

Picard (over comm): You know as well as I that the Book of the Great Bird says to try every nonviolent approach before using force. Energize!




Picard: No Beverly, I'm afraid it's much worse than that. He's been caught hacking into Ensign Lefler's laundry chute.

 

-gasp- Another contest without a win?! I'm losing my touch!



Data: Are you sure this is ethical, Lieutenant?
Worf: This will teach Chief O'brien to remeber to log off his Spacebook account when going off duty.



LaForge: Captain, you know you don't -have- to go to Lwaxana's birthday party just because you were invited?



Picard: I already powered down weapons and lowered shields, is it really necessary to raise my hands Tamalok?



Riker: Gerodi why the hell aren't you wearing any pants?!





Picard: Why are you here Mr Worf?
Worf: I am serving child support papers via Doctor Crusher's request.
Crusher: It's time you took responsibility for Wesley!

 

Worf: "I have no idea what these controls do."

Data: "Neither does Chief O'Brien."

Worf: "So that's why he looks so worried every time he beams us."



Picard: "Mistah Data... set phasers to frag."



Picard: "We are peaceful explorers, and we come in peace. If you'll lower your shields, I can destroy - ah, come over to discuss this ."



Riker: "Geordi, you barely have any money or minerals in this game save. No wonder you have to keep probing planets..."

Geordi: "It's that, or spend another 86 hours exploring planets in the Mako. Fuuuuuuuuck that."



Picard: "Tell that son of yours that it's Mr. Worf's turn to save the ship."

 

Picard: Whatever you do, don't tell the doctor

Data: Yes, Sir

 

WORF: I've still no idea why that beagle materialized on the transporter pad.



WORF: You want I should leave, so the two of you can have sex?