Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by cultcross, Nov 15, 2008.
Data regretted asking Lore what he thought about his new girlfriend.
"Wish in one hand, s*** in the other" ...
(Best Jeff Goldblum impersonation): Ehh, now that's one big pile of s***.
When Picard got homesick for France, this was the only way to cheer him up.
Data: "Because they messed up my Whopper, that's why ..."
Scotty: "It's been thirty years since I last saw me penis, laddy."
Data: This above all, to thine own self be true, and it must follow, as the night the day, thou canst not then pick up a phone once in a while, let us know how you're doing? We worry, so what.
Picard: Needs work, Data.
Data: He never writes, he never calls, he never visits, and now he says my Hamlet needs work! Like I can help how the play was written? There's something rotten and I'm not referring to the state of Denmark, don't you know.
You'll nae be probin' me with that thing laddie!
Admiral Necheyev: You stand accused of crashing the Enterprise into Starbase 147 killing the crew, and then desecrating the corpses of Wesley Crusher and William T Riker. How do you plead?
Scotty: Well I've never seen a lass do THAT to a warp core, Doctor...
Scotty was amazed that "2 Girls, 1 Cup" survived into the 24th Century.
Scotty: "Sarah Palin?"
In the 24th century the biobeds had been upgraded with an "auto-enema" module, an improvement Scotty hadn't been aware of-until now.
EVERYONE ELSE IN ROOM:"THAT'S our Data!!!"
(*Laugh track roars*)
Riker: "I know what happened to Archer's dog, Captain Scott."
"Whaddya BLOODY MEAN it's NOT butter?
Acccch, ye're full of it, lads!!!"
"Yes, Admiral Kirk, with our failed diets there be WHALES here."
Riker (on ship): "We've successfully beamed up Data's slinky."
Data: "'I am not less perfect than Lore,' he mocked. Which one of us is a pile of scrap metal now, huh?"
Riker: "Oh, snap."
Maybe if Scotty had a sucker and a baby bonnet...
Data: "Hey don't look at me! Passing gas is not one of my functions"
Scotty:"Ya mean I can recreate Mira Romaine on that Holo-deck of yours, and well you know....
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Data: Don't look at me Commander Riker, Deanna came in here and dropped to her knees on her own. I guess she wanted Artificial...
Scotty: Dinna I tell you, you hae to treat Enterprise like a Lady? If not she can be a rea bitch!
Sccotty: <thinking> Man when Paramount said Anal Probe they were not kidding.
I know this intestinal tract like the back of me hand. <Farts and falls down>
Dr Crusher: Data, you don't have to hump the post, you can program a companion from ten thousand known races.
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