TNG Caption This! #352: Time Capsule: Part 3

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Worf: "Perhaps today IS a good day...to purchase a Lottery Ticket."




Beverly: "Hold still. There's a mosquito."

*Whack*

Wesley: "I fell for it again, didn't I."

Beverly: "Third time this week."





Geordi: "She may not look like much. But she's got it where it counts kid."

 

"Black hole sun
Won't you come
And wash away the rain
Black hole sun
Won't you come
Won't you come"

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Man-Candy: "I'm sorry ma, but my mind is made up. I'm leaving Starfleet. MY future is in gay tentacle porn."

Beverly: "So, you're no better than your father, huh?"


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Geordi: Hey Geordi, what's happenin'?
Ferengi: Oh, I don't know.
Geordi: Well, rumor around town says you think you might be heading down to the shore.
Ferengi: Uh, yeah, I think I'm goin' down to the shore.
Geordi: Whatcha gonna do down there?
Ferengi: Uh, I don't know, play some video games, buy some Def Leppard t-shirts.
Geordi: Hey, don't forget to get your Motley Crue t-shirt, y'know, all proceeds go to get their lead singer out of jail.
Ferengi: Uh huh.
Geordi: Hey, you gonna check out the Sandbar while you're there?
Ferengi: Uh, what's the Sandbar?
Geordi: Oh, it's this place that lets sixteen year-old kids drink.
Ferengi: Oh, cool.
Geordi: Y'know who's gonna be there?
Ferengi: Uh, who?
Geordi: My favorite cover band, Crystal Shit.
Ferengi: Oh.
Geordi: Yeah, they do a Doors show, you'd be really impressed, in fact, it goes a little like this:
Love me two times baby
Love me twice today
Love me two times girl
Cause I got AIDS
Love me two times baby, once for tomorrow, once cause I got AIDS
Ferengi: Wow, Pretty good Jim Morrison impersonation there.
Geordi: Yeah, I hope those guys have a good sense of humor and don't take us to court.
Ferengi: Uh, what's the court?
Geordi: Never mind that,
Ferengi: Oh, you mean like the People's Court?
Geordi: Well, that's another story; the important thing here is you gotta ask me how I'm gonna get down to the shore.
Ferengi: Uh, how you gonna get down to the shore?
Geordi: Funny you should ask, I've got a shuttle now.
Ferengi: Oh wow, how'd you get a shuttle?
Geordi: Oh my Starfleet flew it up here from the Romulus.
Ferengi: You're kidding!
Geordi: I must be, Romulus is in the Neutral Zone, okay, the important thing now, is that you ask me what kind of shuttle I have.
Ferengi: Uh, what kinda shuttle do ya' got?
Geordi: I've got a BITCHIN CAMARO!

 

Picard: Open your mind to the past: art, history, philosophy - and all this may mean something.
Scruffy: You want this half-eaten coffee cake in the garbage?
Picard: Sigh. I'll save that one for someone who still gives a crap.




I don't care what Pulaski said about child abuse! This doctor has one prescription - PAIN!

 

Ferengi: ``Well, at least we don't have to write the address of our ship across our shuttle hulls. Does your mommy write your name in your underwear labels too?''

LaForge: ``Hey, we in the Federation have evolved beyond underwear!''

Ferengi: ``Saying that doesn't make you any cooler, hew-mon.''

 

Ferengi: Hey Hoo-mon! Punch some holes in the top of that shoebox before you asphyxiate!

 

GEORDI: Hey the Ferengis, it's not because we're gonna in a space anus that you need to travel in a space suppository!

 

FERENGI: Look Hoo-moon, we chose the head of one of the strongest species of your planet as design for our shuttlecrafts: the ANT.
GEORDI: You remind me of my childhood when I used to BURN ants!

 

Geordi: Yet another driver not using their turn signal.


Riker: Careful with the shirt! It's velour.

 

Geordi: "Hey, it may be boxy, but it gives great mileage."





Picard: "Drivers arm bullshit, scalding sunburnt ear..."
<Leans forward and drags table and chair away from window>




Worf: "Ladies, I know a good chiropractor."




Beverly: "Stay the hell outta my office. And chiropractor's spelled with a C.." <smack!>

 

Geordi: Pfft, X-Ray vision my ass

 

Superman: Hi Geordi. Hi Holo-Leah.
Geordi: Uh, hi..
Holo-Leah: Mmph.

 

Geordi: "Look, asshole, the cones have been visible for the last half a mile. And you want me to let you in? Fat chance."

 

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