Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by cultcross, Nov 15, 2008.
"It is a theoretically unlimited LIVING!"
"LIMITLESS PIE BUFFET??
I thought ye'd never ask!!"
Scotty: "Fell off a bridge?"
Scotty: "Am I in his will?"
Data: "So he asked me what he should do wit da place, so I pointed at dis 'ere column and said 'ey! decorate dis!'"
Bourbon and beans. What are ya gonna do?
Sorry it's four times shorter than you expected lassie.
Data: "I get no respect."
Tune in next week on a very special...and hilarious episode of THE NEXT GENERATION, when Data teams up with Raj, Rerun and Dwayne to fix the new replicator down at Rob's Place before Shirley comes back on her shift!
I shoulda known! I bet Jim Kirk himself stopped screwing green tail long enough to pull her out of the repo yard and come lookin' for me!"
Spiner: My agent called. The new show is called "Threshold"--and it's gonna be HUGE!!
Scotty: So then I told that good-lookin' lady Doctor, "Let me show you why they call me the 'miracle worker'". And so I started off with some laying-on of the hands....freaking bitch slapped me!!
Scotty: "You mean you don't do nude jumping jacks in the 24th Century? And just when I run in to a doctor I wouldn't mind doing it front of."
Crusher: "Okay, Mr. Scott, what's wrong with your penis?"
Scotty: "It's green."
Scotty; "Or so I've heard."
"I coulda been a CONTENDAH...
Do not say I did not TRY, gentlemen."
"Ye've got a bloody detergent that can get any bike tire stains out of a cotton-poly blend uniform turtleneck?
AYE. The future IS wondrous, indeed, lads!"
Data's continuous attempts at and exploration of human humor hit a brick wall when he was hired to headline the Travolta Fan Club Meeting on Rigel VII.
These kinda go together
Well, heres another fine mess you've gotten me into...
*sob* well I couldn't help it *sob *sob*...
Tasha: Why are all my panties and shoes stretched out??
You mean they're back in style? So how do I get to this DS9 of yours? I'll be cock o' the walk, lads! I always suspected my passion for vests kept me out o' the admiralty.
Data: "According to my memory banks, not if our sperm-producing mechanisms do not touch ..."
"The positronic Devil programmed me to do it!"
DATA:What?!! I was emulating Spot and marking my territory, is that wrong?
"So...the artificial potted plants behind this post are not for purging liquids?
"Michelle bloody Bachmann got reelected?!
What the borgas FRAT is wrong with the people in her district?!"
"Oh-oh. Hot Dog!"
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