TNG Caption This #164 - 'Repetitive Strain Injury'

Geordi: "We're looking for the nuclear wessels. Nuclear wessels."
Ro: "In Alameda."



Data and Riker: "Hail, hail, fire and snow..."

 

Worf: Why is there a chill on my left buttock?




Data: Pardon me boy. Is that the Chattanooga choo choo?
Riker: Yes, Track 29.
Data: Boy you can give me a shine.
Worf: A warrior's tune.

 

Worf: "Wesley is eating my birthday cake."

Ro: "Kill him, Worf, please!"

Geordi: "Do the honorable thing, snap his neck!"




Data: "Really? Paper and scissors are options, too?"

 

Riker: So, you and Tasha?

Data: Yes Commander Riker, I tapped that bitch hard. [punches air with fist] POOM!

 

Seeing that Worf was about to comment on Geordi's strange balloon hat, Ro gave him a quick elbow to the ribs.




Riker was pleased that Data had learnt the lesson so well. Data was feeling pretty smug about it too. Worf thought they were both without honor.

 

Hey, a win! Thank you!



LaForge: "How can you be a Tactical Officer and not be able to maintain a salad bar?"
Ro: "Put down your juice AND GO GET SOME FRIGGIN' RANCH, asswipe!

 

Worf was not surprised to learn that Geordi's thought balloons were almost always empty.

 

Regardless of how many times Data and Riker showed Worf, he simply could not get the whole idea of "One Potato, Two Potato".

 

Worf, upon hearing Data's invocation of the aphorism, "Baby needs a new pair of shoes" followed by the dice roll and self-satisfied snapping of the fingers: "What a douche."



Worf: Strange. I feel boobies and smell Drakaar.

 

WORF:"Do you smell servo lubricant...and Astroglide?!"





DATA:"If you correctly guess what kind of quarter I have in my hand...I will punch Mister Worf in the face."

RIKER:"Talk about a WIN-WIN!! I'm in!!"

 

RO: "Hey...Lieutenant?

Can I borrow some of those grapes?

Commander LaForge wants to see me do my famous 'Groin Trick.' "

 

Geordi (thinking) "Why me? I bet if Riker was in my place, Ro's clothes wouldn't have phased out along with her".

 

Geordi: "Picard is over there saying his scrotum is this big, and tops yours."

Ro: "And is muskier than yours."

Geordi: "Do something, Worf!"

Worf: "I cannot. He is correct."

 

Riker: "Data, do you have any idea how difficult it is to get a hard eight?"

Data: "Tasha had no problems getting one last night. BOOYOW!!!!"

Worf: "New shooter coming out, indeed."


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RIKER: Come on Worf, hand jive with us!!!!

 

DATA: I am programmed in multiple techniques. A broad variety of pleasuring. Not all require a partner.

 

RO: By the Prophets Geordie, you were right. He's twice as ugly up close.

GEORDIE: Uh, we're not invisible anymore.

RO: Gotta go!

 

Ro and Geordi: "Don't drink it Worf!!! Data dropped some roofies in it while you weren't looking!!!"


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Ro and Geordi: "We are the ghosts of Star Trek Future. We come with a warning: You must hunt down and kill Scott Bakula while there is still time!"


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