TNG Caption This! 293: The Return of the Blu-Ray Images!

[Skywalker]

Picard: "That's fascinating, Data, but...why did Doctor Soong feel the need to give you a penis?"



Geordi: "Talk to the hand, 'cause the face don't understand!"
Worf: "We're behind you."
Geordi: "Damn it!"

[Nerys Myk]

GEORDIE: Up top!!!!!....

....Don't leave me hanging bro!!

PICARD: I am not your "bro".

[Triskelion]

No, I prefer the white sun hat over the purple, Data. It is to greet the Vulcan ambassador, after all.



Riker: Three Boston Cream, two glazed....
Picard: And one with sprinkles!
Geordi: You have five left.

[T'Girl]

Riker: "Look out Captain, he is firing a energy beam from 10 metres away that is traveling at 300 kilometre per second."

Picard: "Sharp eye Number One, after a few moments of thought I believe walking over to the relative safety of this architectural feature would be wise.

Riker: "Yes sir, perhaps I'll merely lean back slightly."

Woosh, smack.

Picard: "Good think we both got out of the way of that beam traveling at the speed of light, otherwise someone might have gotten hurt."



Picard: "You're correct Mister Data, apparently I don't know where this finger's been."

[Nerys Myk]

KIRK: You're in my spot

PICARD: What do you mean, your "spot"?

[Isis]

Things were so slow that week that Picard was glad young Mr. Crusher volunteered to lead the crew in a game of statues.





Data (OS): "Yes, Captain, you have convinced me. I believe a mustache would indeed make you look badass."

[Triskelion]

Yes yes, Mister Data, I don't think now is the time to factor to the nearest decimal point.

Yes sir. I just thought you might want to know why you've had no hits on Match.com.



Worf: I do not think the Pakleds respect your Pimp hand.




Picard: We'll show Beverly who's the Queen of the Talent Show. And Vogue!

[Amasov]

Picard: I told you you couldn't hook a PADD up to a PC.

[Jonas Grumby]

Picard: "Look sharp, Number One! They may try to ambush us!"
Riker: "Um...somethin' goin' on back here..."

[Honorable Ensign]

Riker: This light seems to be following us!
Picard: It's angry I didn't count it!


Worf: Commander--
Riker: Not now, Worf. We're busy mocking Deanna's shoes.

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Another brilliant job by the Starfleet Corps of Engineers!!!!

[Triskelion]

Riker: The Captain's lost on Risa.
Crew: Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew.




Geordi: We...come...in...peace! We...make...nice nice! You...aliens...we...Federation.... Together...strong...like bull!

Alien <to his own crew>: Check out this m* f*.




Data: Sir, I just got back from a parallel universe in which...the Crusher boy...is your son.

Picard: So Beverly was my wife?

Data: No sir. She was your...Dominatrix.

Picard: So. You didn't travel to a parallel universe, did you Mister Data.

Data: No sir.

Picard: In fact, you just read my diary, didn't you.

Data: Yes sir.

Picard: Do you know what you must do now, Data?

Data: Yes sir.

Picard: It's not a reprimand.

Data: Erasing my memory bank will actually be a relief, sir.

Picard: Make it so.

<Data shudders>

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Worf: "I know you dishonorable targs are laughing at me. I can see you in the rearview mirror, you know?"

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: Hey look I'm Captain Picard, ( in passable Picard voice ) "We surrender!!!!

[LeadHead]

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