Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by Santa Garrus, Dec 18, 2012.
Worf: "That response was without honor. Shirley, you must be joking."
Cowboy: "So much for the dealer... and the waitress behind him, and the two guys at the blackjack table behind her... and the one armed bandit... and the wall..."
Riker: "Perhaps you shouldn't roll the dice quite so hard."
Worf: "Impressive... Was this game invented by a Klingon?"
Kurn: "Excuse me while I whip this out."
Riker gasps and faints
Wesley: "Thanks for slaying that Peach Wookiee for me..."
Worf: "If I knew what crime against fashion you were going to commit with that fur, I wouldn't have bothered."
Crusher: "What is...?
Wesley: "Looks like an MSE droid."
Picard: "Some idiot on the BBS must have posted another Star Trek vs. Star Wars thread. Deal with it LaForge."
LaForge: "All I ever seem to do these days is clean up after crossover fanfic."
Data: "It could have been worse, Geordi. It could have been slashfic."
Picard: "I'll have you know that erectile dysfunction is not a laughing matter, Mister!"
RIKER: Well,I've lost my last credit. Nothing left to do but go listen to Vic Fontaine in the lounge.
Data - I have watched you rub the dice on Miss Kitty's cleavage sixteen times already, Commander Riker. Yet the odds never seem to improve. I feel we should abandon this experiment.
Riker - It'll work on the seventeenth time, I swear! C'mere, Miss Kitty ....
Great choice of screencaps this week; all rife with possible gags.
After watching Star Wars once too often, Data attempted to Force-Pull the dice back to his hand. It was not effective.
WESLEY (thinking): Now that's a bad hair day.
WORF: Sweater was a Christmas present, right? Yeah, I know the feeling; my mom gave me this sash. You have to wear it once for them, don't you...
PICARD: Mr La Forge, your VISOR must be malfunctioning. That wasn't the toilet.
PICARD: Bad Geordi! Bad!
CRUSHER: There, there, it'll be all right soon. Let's get you your sleepy pills...
Riker: Data, which Casino planet are we on?
Worf: Commander, I believe we are on a Western Frontier planet this week.
Data: Next week is a bottle show with a time-travel element.
Riker: Well then I suppose I'll count this as shore leave.
Picard: Mr. Crusher, stare him down. Mr. Data, look inquisitively at him. Red Shirt Crewman, just look a the door. Mr. Worf, look intimidating. Numbah One, tilt your head at him, and I'll scowl. That should put him in his place!
Worf: ugghhhh, there appears to be a problem with this console, Mr. Crusher.
Wesley: But Mr. Worf, I was just hoping to get a tablet for Christmas! Instead I got this sweater!
Worf: Mr. Okuda will not be pleased.
The moment when the cameraman realizes his trousers are down.
Picard: Mr. LaForge, you promised me that you wouldn't tell anyone!
Geordi: I'm sorry Captain, I thought you were kidding!
Worf: Klingon men do not pee in bed.
Crusher: Let's just get you to sickbay, Jean-Luc.
Arm Candy: What is that?
Data: Snake eyes.
Riker: Lets hope he doesn't roll craps.
Kurn: As First Officer, my first act will be to eliminate inefficiency. From now on you will wear roller skates on the bridge.
Picard: Just the executive-level thinking we need around here.
Riker: I don't see how -
Kurn: You will address me as "Hon."
Commander Worf, what does that pin mean?
It is a backup bow tie for unexpected Klingon tea parties.
Bow ties, tea, sweat lodges, wrestling - Klingons are kind of into dudes, aren't they.
Trill on skates: Coming through, hons!
When I get back you'd better know the words to FrèreJacques, LaForge!
Geordi: Karaoke night was a bad idea.
Picard (singing): I've got faith of the heart. I'm going where my heart will take me.
WORF:"For the last time I did play future guy from that old TV commercial, nor was he an Ancestor of mine"
Crusher: Shh. Shh.
Picard: He tasks me!
Crusher: Shh. Shh.
Picard: There's a man with a camera on the bridge!
Crusher: Uh uh, sure there is.
Data thinking - "Oh crap..."
Kurn - "Hey, you! Redshirt in the back! I am over here you TOPAH!!!"
It was an awkward moment as Dr. Crusher carried the Picard cardboard cutout off the bridge.
Kurn: "Why is that officer on the upper level not facing forward, as I ordered!"
Picard: "Oh, he has just recently transferred to the Enterprise from a Constitution class vessel. Their bridges are rotated 36 degrees, you know."
"What do you think of what we did to your script Tracy?... Tracy?"
Kurn: Honour demands I will win this game of musical chairs!
Picard: Right, Dr. Crusher has spent the last hour... persuading me that before she leaves Wesley should be given a permanent seat on the bridge. So Geordi, you've got the choice between Chief Engineer, CMO or head of security but whatever you pick don't be sitting there Monday!
Redshirt in back: Two Klingon bridge officers now? If I wanted to hear people blowing their own horn all day I could have stayed in sick bay.
Wesley: *Thinking* Why the heck am I asking Worf for dating advice. I probably will look like Riker one day.
WES: So, do you want to go to Ten Forward and pick up chicks?
WORF (thinking) must not laugh out loud.....ah crap.
Kurn: Children on the bridge will be beaten. What are they going to do - master Klingon fighting techniques, come back in time and kick my ass with my own pointed boot? Ha ha ha ha ha!
Worf: I prefer the Klingon version of this game.
Data: I am unfamiliar with that game.
Worf: It's just like this, except without the table, dice, chips, money, etc.
Data: Then how can you compare the two?
Worf: I...sometimes I just say these things to see if anybody notices me...
Kurn: I should say something about the disrespect that redshirt in the back is displaying, but by Kahless, Worf looks like someone stuck a Bat'leth up his ass!
Wesley: ...so I don't get it. They're always saying they want to be with someone nice and smart, but then a guy with no brains, big abs, and no respect for women walk by and I'm chopped liver.
Worf: The Klingons have an expression that suits this: be'pu' taH rop, which roughly translates as: Bitches be crazy.
Picard: Damn it, Geordi, we're trying to all turn dramatically on cue, like in those old TV show intros. If you can't get it right, I'm afraid we'll have to replace you with Worf.
Picard: One Direction? You seriously think they are the best boy band? No one will ever beat New Kids on the Block! No ONE! You hear me, Geordi, NO ONE!
Crusher: Come on Jean Luc, time to go lie down. Besides, everyone knows N'Sync is the best boy band ever!
Worf: I always preferred 98 Degrees...
PICARD: I guess you could say, he was phased out.
Music swells: Yeaaaaaaaaah!!!!
PICARD: Geordi, its glasses off, then on.
GEORDI: I hate you guys.
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