TNG Caption This #226: Hello, Welcome

Hello there ladies and gentlemen. A great week and a lot of Wesley bashing! Lets begin!






First up to the plate, we have the "Method Acting" Award, going to:

Next, the "Really bad assignments" Award goes to:

Next, we have the "Sex Education" Award going to:

Next, the "When ya gotta go, ya gotta go" Award goes to:

Next, the "All those channels and nothing worth watching" Award goes to:

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Picard: When we said "Fire" we meant the torpedoes, not to put the National Geographic Channel on screen.



Troi: What's that?

La Forge: The 900th Hull breach caused in the crash of the Enterprise.



Worf: Is that Lilac?



Riker: Congrats, now that we're done with the Wesley contest, you're now the brunt of all our anger.




Riker: Captain, you're holding the rifle wrong...

 

Picard: "Mr. Worf, one brief chorus of 'It's a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight' was...acceptable. But you're on your fifth chorus now, and it's a bit much."

 

Picard: That was a bit sloppy, Mr. Worf.
Worf: Sorry, sir.
Picard: And generally we do it once on each cheek, not...full on the lips. With tongue.

 

Picard: "Who set the ship on fi-"

Riker: "Tasha."

 

Picard: "I can't believe you kissed me!"

Worf: "I've been practicing on my hand for weeks. I thought I had my technique perfected."

 

Picard: Requires 4 AA batteries?!...This isn't a phaser!
Riker: (thinking) Of course it isn't a phaser, its a used Klingon marital aid, its just too funny to let him keep examining it though!

 

WORF: Sir, the fire in Ten-Forward seems to have spread to the rest of the primary hull!

PICARD and RIKER (together): Ya think?



TROI: Looks like your date wasn't sick after all, she's down there making out with Crewman Smith!



WORF: Yep, thats from a Targ all right.

PICARD: Wait...what??!!!



KLINGON: Your species is even weaker than I expected.

RIKER: I can't...

KLINGON: You can't even speak. What?

RIKER: I got your gu.. Um, could you twist a little to the left?



ANNOUNCER: And with the new extention, the Dustbuster 3000 its even easier to use in those hard to reach places!!!!

 

Klingon: "No exceptions. As a licensed therapist, I can tell you the only way to break your Spacebook addiction is to go completely cold turkey."

 

Picard: "Lwaxana's done it again."

Riker: "Done what, Sir?"

Picard: "Sent me a gift that I don't have a clue in hell what it is!"

 

Worf: "Sir, there's a problem."

Riker: "A problem? What is it?"

Worf: "It's when something goes awry, but that's not important right now."



Troi: "Over there!"

Geordi: "Oh yeah, looks like the optronic post-neutrino dynamo was depolarized by a quantum antiproton crossfeed spillover."

Troi: "Not up there. Down there."

Geordi clears his throat uncomfortably.



Worf: "What... did we just do?"

Picard: "I have no idea, Mr. Worf, but it was wonderful."



Riker: "You're a mildly-injured and somewhat-winded man, Apgar! A MILDLY-INJURED AND SOMEWHAT-WINDED MAN!"



Picard: "It can't possibly be a weapon, Number One. It's far too ergonomically sound."

 

Riker: "Mr. Worf...fire."
Picard: "Oh, well played, Number One!"



Troi: "There he is! That's the cameraman who said I should have worn a skirt for this shot!"



Picard: "Alright, who's the moron that decided there wouldn't be any Kleenex in the 24th century?"

 

Picard: How long do I have to hold this thing?

Riker: Untill the glue dries.



Picard, doing a bad Jamie Hyneman impression: This week on Mythbusters...



Picard, doing a bad Dr. Zoidberg impression: My name isn't Slick. It's Zoidberg! JOHN! FUCKING! ZOIDBERG!!

 

Picard: Gesundheit, Worf.
Worf: Sorry, sir.

 

Troi's timing was atrocious on occasion...like the time she wore her new counselor uniform with the uneven neckline during a Red Alert.





Picard: "I don't know why I'm finding this difficult. Uri Geller makes it look so easy."

 

PICARD: "We're on fire Mr Worf. It will NOT buff right out..."





GEORDI: Pointing's no use, Counsellor; my visor's on the blink.





PICARD: Damn it, Wesley!





The Enterprise Swing Dance Contest Winners.





PICARD: Yes, Number One, it is set on overload, and no, I can't remember how to stop it.

 

Worf: "Judging by the moronic dickhead prevalence, we've arrived in London, August 2011."

Picard: "Set phasers to kill. Aim for a hoodie."

 

Worf: Bitch, next time you best be givin' me all my monies or I'll use my ring hand!

 

Picard: Overreact much Worf? It was just a docking request from Lwaxana



Troi: I'm pretty sure that whatever that thing over there is, it needs to be fixed.

Geordi: Yes....Commander



Worf: I'd appreciate it if you popped it yourself next time, Sir



Riker performed the dishonorable Nuht-Sa'Ch maneuver



Picard: I like my old flute better

 

PICARD: Which end does the beam come out of?