TNG Caption This #161 - "Petty Charades"

Data: We may have a problem, Sir.
Riker: What is it?
Data: It's a negative situation that requires a solution. But that's not important right now...




What the hell is a viper? And why do you keep calling me Starbuck?

 

I don't think the Munchkin Delegation of the Dunkin Torus Outpost have ever seen a diplomatic jelly donut eating contest cancelled by a blizzard of confectioner's sugar before, Data. We Starfleet officers really showed 'em a thing or two about their own business.
Yes sir. Now if you'll excuse me I've got to find a restricted area in which to explosively decompress my colon unit.

 

RIKER:"Couldn't you save ONE Krispy Kreme, Data?


Gluttonous mechanical fatass."

 

Riker: "<Sigh> Data, dust is not an aphrodisiac."

Data: "YOU LIE!"

Riker: "You reeeeeally need to have Geordi look at that emotion chip. I think it's stuck on 'whore'."


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STAR TREK:TNG

THE SEARCH FOR AL CAPONE'S HEAD'S VAULT

 

"Say goodnight, Spacie..."

 

"I was nuts for the girl....and what did it to me was these big titties she had."


(Extra points for anyone who can tell me the movie the obscure quote is from. No Googling!!")


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Riker: "This isn't what I meant when I asked you to 'take the old dirt road.'"

 

(Best off-screen Crocodile Hunter voice):

"Crikey, the two bull males are squaring off for another battle. And this is deadly serious, mate. The winner, e'll be the ship's Alpha Male. e'll have his pick of the best quarters, the best food, and naturally the best women.

The loser... well... 'is future won't be too good mate. e'll be the ship's newest comfort sheila for the Officers on those long, long periods between shore leave."


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Data: Time to make the donuts.
Riker: I made the donuts!

 

Riker: "Riker to Enterprise!!! We're under fire!!! The Viet Cong have us surrounded!!! Calling for an immediate dust-off!!!!"


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"But I th-th-th-th-th-thought you'd like it when I went digital, Data, b-b-b-b-baby!"

 

DATA:"Permission to change the bag in the Dirt Devil, Commander?"

RIKER:"Granted.

And install a new FILTER while you're at it."

 

Riker: "This isn't what I had in mind when you invited me to a powder puff game, Data."

Data: "Step off, bitch."



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Riker: At least you've got a new Tasha Yar memorial commode. This holographic representation of your sex life is still better than Wesley's.
Data: Ah. The Leffler billiards room.
Riker: With all blue balls.

 

Budget restrictions meant that the janitor had to be laid off at the Science Fiction Wax Museum.



Yar didn't know if she should be impressed or insulted on how accurate Data recreated their night together in front of the rest of the crew.