TNG Caption This! 245: A Picture from All Seasons!

Wheaton: "Wow! That's a heck of a fancy effect!"

Goldberg: "Actually, we stole it from Stargate SG-1."

 

Picard: "Data has been surfing the Net again, Number One. You've got to see this "Missing Missy" blog http://27bslash6.com/missy.html-its freaking hysterical!"

 

Riker: "Is that a donkey?"

Data: "I'm not sure that's anatomically possible."

Picard: "What is she doing with that parrot?!?"

Worf: "You humans are sick. Sick, sick, sick."

 

PICARD: Report, Number One

RIKER: Pure silver, sir.

PICARD: We're rich!!!!!

LAFORGE: Won't this screw up the timeline or something?

PICARD: Who cares? We're rich!!

 

Picard: There actually were 5 lights?

 

Picard: See! This damn ship can nearly run itself. I'm pretty sure I'll be able to get rid of the rest of you in rather short order



Guinana: WTF are you doing now, you runt? If that traveler jerkoff ever shows his face again, I'ma kick his lily white ass



Picard: How come none of these schematics can tell me where a damn bathroom is?



Crusher: I'm putting this one back in. I'm going to tone down this pompous S.O.B if it kills me



Both Picard & Worf felt a little silly after having gotten 3 Xs on Qo'nos' Got Talent



Geordi: This fly pimp cane is giving me the urge strut & slap a bitch



Picard's glaucoma treatment went horribly awry

 

Thanks for the win LeadHead.



Picard: THERE ARE FOUR...

[phaser shot]

Picard, sheepishly: Never mind.

 

Picard: "Whose Spacebook page is that?"
Data: "It belongs to Vash. And apparently, she is no longer in a relationship."
Riker: "I guess you better update your relationship status, sir."
Worf: "Humiliating. I do not understand why you humans obsess over such things."

 

Riker: "Alright, give us the cereal. We're really hungry!"
Troi: "Don't hurt him! He's so cute and colorful."

 

Wesley: "I wonder what moon we're visiting."
Guinan: "You idiot, that's no moon!!"

 

Wesley: God, I think we just found Uranus!

 

Wesley: "Last semester, we concentrated on warp engineering studies, to prepare us for careers in either warp engine operation and maintenance or warp engine design. This semester, it's advanced fire control systems. And next year, we start advanced command training! (*pause*) Your job is pouring drinks and making chit-chat, right?"

 

LeadHead, thanks for the win!



Picard: "Merde. Fifty-seven thousand channels and nothing on."





Wesley: "I can see my house from here!"





Yar (OS): "I realize it's the fourth quarter, the score is tied, and there's a playoff berth at stake. But I need one of you to distract the Romulan infiltrator so I can knock him out immediately. If I don't, the whole ship will be in jeopardy. Surely one of you can spare thirty seconds, right?"





Crusher: "Sorry, but I'm going to have to send it back."

Data: "Why?"

Crusher: "It's last year's model."





The Klingon version of the game show To Tell the Truth was not well received.





Picard (to self): "There goes the extra pocket money I was going to make on ebay."

 

Klingon in crowd: "The little guy's the captain? Gee, that doesn't seem right..."

 

Riker: "Next time, Geordi, you might want to have the radon check done before you put any money down."

 

Picard: Mr. Data, see if you can decrypt these log files.
Data: Log files have been decrypted, sir.
Picard: ...What the devil?
Riker: Looks like we found some of James T. Kirk's sex tapes.
Worf: Orion women are so repulsive.

 

Picard: Hah! Tasha will never know it was I, and not Data, who 'poked' her!
Yar: Captain?
Picard: Merde.


Riker: Captain, I thought the doctor left us to join Starfleet Medical.
Picard: Apparantly..she's found other...activities.
Worf: Nice legs. For a human.


Crusher: Dammit, Jean-Luc, every time I see you you're plugged into some new gadget. There's more to life than social networking!

 

Picard: Check it out; I'm going to park the ship upside-down and see if anyone notices.

Guinan: After people kept getting distracted by Borg ships and all, I installed a screensaver.
Wesley: Pretty.

Naturally, the only way to restore it was the Electric Slide.

 

Riker: What's this, captain?
Picard: It's an old 20th century game, called Tetris.
Yar: Are you winning?
Picard: Damn, just lost, that piece didn't fit anywhere.
Worf: I told you, you should have moved the T-shaped piece to the left.

 

YAR: Nice view. Now be a sweetie and pick up that pad, slowly. Mama likes. .