DS9 Caption Contest #64: Booo!

[Gil T.Azell]

Ezri: (Thinking Crap): "I know where I was when it came back"

[Nerys Myk]

EZRI: Jadzia???!!!! I suppose you'll want the symbiont back?

[Triskelion]

Oil can!




O'Brien: Well there was something organic here, but the trail has long since vaporized from ambient radiation. What kind of pet did you say you lost back here?

Garak: It was a cat. Named Legate Yum Yum.

Nog: If it did not have a collar it would be returned to its organic constituents!

Garak: He had - a collar!




Kira: I once liberated a prison detail of a thousand with a raid on Cardassian Central Command; and here I am reduced to hunting for a lost Cardie cat.

Sisko: It's either this or we finish out our shifts at Ops.

Kira: Here Legate Yum Yum! Here kitty kitty!




"Listen, are you quite sure the force field is on?"

"If you touch it, it will really hurt! Don't - touch it!"

"But -"

"Make you void your bowels. Zap!"

"It's just - I will feel really stupid if it's not even turned on."

"ZAP!"

"Ok, ok!"



Sisko: Quiet, Mister Worf. I will pretend to pleasure myself and you watch the hole in the ceiling.

Worf <powers phase rifle>: It is a good day to die.

[Nerys Myk]

BASHIR: Come on, I'm way better looking than that!



GARAK: Just how long is it going to take to get the lights back on?

O'BRIEN: Have you ever had to deal with stupid Cardie tech??

[Ln X]

Thanks for the win LeadHead!

Ezri: Constable!
Odo: It's okay Dax, every humanoid does it when they're on their own, though next time I suggest more discretion lest someone else catches you with a hand down your trousers...


Nog: (whispering) Chief, Garak's in the midst of a murderous rampage! What do we do?
O'Brien: I know what to do! Say Garak, you wouldn't mind playing a game of Kotra?


Sisko: How many times is it now?
Kira: Seven I think, this is the seventh time she's blown up the science lab.
Sisko: As I keep warning you, Dax's can be impulsive.


Bashir to the left: (thinking) Oh fuddlesticks, I can't believe I got myself trapped behind this forcefield while the real Bashir escaped!


Worf: Sir do you hear that sound?
Sisko: I do.
Worf: It's sounds like thousands of Jem'Hadar are stomping their boots on the ground in time.
Sisko: They must have copied that from the orcs.
Worf: Orcs?
Sisko: In Lord of the Rings: Two Towers, before the orcs stormed Helms Deep, they made a right raucous trying to intimidate the Rohan defenders... Why, you're not scared are you Mr Worf?
Worf: No, no sir!

[Triskelion]

Sisko: Look - how did those footprints get on the ceiling?
Worf: Perhaps something was wrong with the gravity plating?
Sisko: Computer, was there a glitch in the gravity plating?
Computer: Brrreeep bloop bleep. Affirmative.
Worf: If that happened...then these lights are...QI'yaH!
<Both men fall up.>

[Rush Limborg]

Ezri: Oh, Worf--I was just going to--WHOA!

Worf: (sigh) Captain Picard said it was hardly noticeable....



O'Brien: There's only one--and stop asking me.

Garak: You're wrong...there are two....

Nog: Seriously, Garak--what are you trying to pull?

Garak: Oh nothing! Nothing at all.... Now--how many?



Kira: And will someone please explain why we don't just use night-vision goggles?



Right Bashir: Now...hold on. Is there not but one Washington...?

Left Bashir: Yes!

Right Bashir: And is there not but one...Lincoln?

Left Bashir: Yes!

Right Bashir: And is there not but one Dr. Julian Bashir?

Left Bashir: I'm Popeye--oh...bugger.



"And I thought the sign "Bates Motel" was an homage...."

[Mr. Laser Beam]

O'Brien: So it's true, Garak...you have achieved enlightenment!

[T'Girl]

Bashir: "Okay, your mime trapped in a glass box is pretty good. Now do walking into the wind.



Kira: "Where is that damn cat?"

[Triskelion]

Julian: Oh no I'm not letting you out. You're mint and you're going to stay that way.




Garak: Did you bring the snacks, Chief?
O'Brien: Sure. Hard boiled eggs.
Nog: Are these larval eggs, Chief?
O'Brien: No, they are chicken eggs. From Earth chickens.
Garak: Reptilian chickens, of course?
O'Brien: With poison fangs. Gnash your jugular vein just as soon as look at you.
Nog: Well all right then.
O'Brien: Crack them...very carefully.

[Leviathan]

DS9 Producer: Oh, I don't think we'll be increasing your pay Siddig...meet Alexander!

[Mr. Laser Beam]

The Bashir changeling was exposed as a fraud and thrown in the brig after it proved unable to perform Gangnam Style.

[Isis]

Bashir (to self): "I can't quite place it, but I know I've seen that face before."

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Bashir in brig: I swear I'm not a changeling. I'll prove it! The code phrase is "Hey, Macarena"!

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Bashir 1: "Hey! What's with the forcefield."
Bashir 2: "I know you as well as I know myself, and I also know about our auto-erotica fetish."