TNG Caption This! #401: Worf & Peace

Worf: I'm leaving home, and I'm never coming back!
Picard: That's nice, Lieutenant.
Worf: I'm serious this time!
Picard: Of course you are.

 

PICARD: Pretty good turn out for a man about to be executed as a traitor to the Federation.


WORF: Wait...what?

 

Regent Worf on his way to accept the Terran Empire's unconditional surrender to the Klingon-Cardassian Alliance aboard the ISS Enterprise.

 

Riker: "What is this?"

Worf: "Commander, this is an intervention."

Riker: "It's about that cameo I've been offered for Enterprise, isn't it?"

Data: "Sir, I believe this would be most unwise."

Riker: "Yeah, I pretty much agree. So me and Marina probably aren't going to do it. It sounds stupid."

Troi: Off screen, "Well, actually..."

STARES.

 

Picard: Ladies and gentleman, the winner of the competition to see who has a head that most resembles a vagina



Riker: I'm so glad I don't have a head like a vagina



Worf: did anyone order a head that looks like a vagina



Worf: look how fast I can move my hand
Troy: your head looks like a vagina



Worf: your vagina looks weird

 

WORF: Okay, I'm pretty sure this is the real bridge.

GOLDSHIRT: You said that five holograms ago!

 

Riker: What is that supposed to mean?
Worf: I have no idea.
Data: I believe he's using a twenty-first century hand gesture sometimes known as "the bird".

 

Riker: What should we make a drinking game - every time Picard pulls down his jacket?
Worf: Too much. How about every time Troi senses something obvious?
Riker: Too much. Every time Doctor Crusher says something with a French accent?
Worf: Too much. Every time Geordi says 'It just might work?'
Riker: Too much. Every time Wesley makes an excuse?
Worf: Too much. This is too hard, I'm out.
Riker: Me too.
Data: Every time someone cuts me off in conver -
Riker: As you were, Lieutenant.

 

Rosalind Chao's Method Acting approach required that she go commando for this scene. A fact which burned itself deeply into Michael Dorn's memory ...

 

Beverly: Look at these wax figures of Picard and Worf!

Deanna: They are so lifelike!

Beverly: Picard's looks like it's about to talk!

Picard: Beverly, SHUP UP!!!

 

WORF: Effing Science department only sent one guy. I hate those eggheads.

 

Picard: Bad day to wear squeaky shoes.
Worf: I KNOW.

 

Picard: You're out of uniform, Commander!

Worf: It's laundry day, Captain.

 

PICARD: Mistah Worf, you realize Gowron is as corrupt as Duras right?
WORF: Sorry sir, I can't hear you over the sound of my honor!
PICARD: Mistah Worf, you realize Gowron's gonna betray you at first occasion and discommodate you again if you don't follow him into his treacherous manoeuvers, right?
WORF: Sorry sir, I can't hear you over the sound of my honor!

 

I'm / too sexy for my baldic / too sexy for my baldric / so sexy it hurts

 

TFTW Leadhead!

I don't know how practical it is (I assume it takes a bit of time to get the pics together), or even if its just annoying to have backseat drivers suggesting things, but a Unification based contest this weekend would be a very lovely thing.




Picard: Goodbye forever Mr. Worf!

Worf: Sure... though the whole resigning thing was just a front right, I'm assuming you just ignored it and when this is over I'll just be able to come back to work at a seconds notice?

Picard: No Mr. Worf. The only way that would happen would be if my choice of replacing you as security chief with Mr. O'Brien- an out of shape borderline alcoholic- is a complete disaster. And what are the odds?




Riker: So how many people on Twitter still think he was called Dr. Spock?

Geordi: Worse than that, BBC News got played a clip from Star Trek 09 and claimed it was from Into Darkness!

Worf: They are without honour.




Security Chief's Log: After getting my arse kicked by every single alien ever I have stopped taking risks and only travel with two guards and a drawn phaser at all times.




Worf: The Captain must have opened his wallet.




Worf: Needing a tricorder to find the clitoris does not make me without honour!

 

Riker: Worf, are you suggesting a... danceoff?
Worf: Word!

 

Riker: It's blue and black.
Worf: White and gold.
Data: Actually, this particular optical illusion is due to the effect of illumination on--
Riker and Worf together: Shut UP!

 

Chief Security Officer's Log, Supplemental: Since the llamas continue to evade capture, the Captain has ordered a deck-by-deck sweep, starting with the bridge.

 

Worf: Tight briefs....a Warrior's underwear. Boxers are without honor!