TNG Caption This! #398: A Galaxy Yar, Yar Away

[Ithekro]

Berik: Quark! You said this was Vulcan Love Slave 5.

Quark: It is, this is the odd section with the Klingon and blonde Romulan.

Berik: She doesn't look Romulan.

Quark: This was made before we knew what Romulans looked like. Give the director credit in that at least he picked a biped species with a nice figure.

Mordock: What are we suppose to do?

Quark: I seem to recall a lot of pain involved in this part.

 

[Triskelion]

Yar: Here's where they keep the TNG videotape masters, sir.
Geordi: You know, I don't get the naming system.
Yar: How do you figure?
Geordi: Well, take The Drumhead - no drum. The Big Goodbye - no big goodbye. When the Bough Breaks - no boughs, no breaks.
Picard: That's nothing. They've put A Fistful of Datas, Half a Life, The Naked Now, Silicon Avatar, and Booby Trap in the same stack. You know what that gets you.
Geordi: What?
Picard: A Fistful of Half Naked Silicon Booby.
Geordi: And that's why he's the Captain.
Troi: Okay, who stuck Menage a Troi between Night Terrors and Contagion?

 

[Rat Boy]

Yar: "Sir, why are we urn shopping?"

 

[f14peter]

PLAY BY PLAY ANNOUNCER: "Yar slants back across the corridor, fakes out Crusher! ... only Riker can stop her! ... and Yar cuts past Riker and SCORES!!!"

COLOR ANNOUNCER: "Once again Chet, Riker proves why he's the worst defender in the game, caught flat footed staring at the runner's ass, again, instead of making the tackle!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: I'll let the First Federation Embassy know the crew of the Fesarius-C died bravely

 

[2takesfrakes]

"Never yawn at me, when I'm trying to hit on you, Tasha. NEVER.........yawn.........at ME!!!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

GOYAR THE GOYARIAN: Are you a God?

STANZ: No

GOYAR: Then... DIE!

ZEDD: The Second Rule of Acquisition! When someone asks you if you're a god, you say "YES"!

 

[Triskelion]

Tasha: So...Captain kinda dropped the ball on security chief, huh.
Worf: A true warrior is not limited by size; he looks the enemy in the eye and -
Tasha: NEVER LOOK A RAPE GANG IN THE EYE!
Worf: Oh here we go.

 

[Smellincoffee]

YAR: WELL! Here we are just in the nick of time! What does that make us, commander?
Riker: Dutiful Starfleet officers, lieutenant.
Yar: AIN'T. WE. JUST?

Crosby: These guys are the next greatest threat to the Federation? How do they expect us to take these villains seriously?
Dorn: Have you seen the budget? Next week we're fighting a puddle of goo.

Yar: There has to be something down there, "X" is clearly marked on my tricorder's display map.

 

[Rat Boy]

*Half-second before Yar turns her head*

Worf: "I was Katy Perry's left shark."

 

[galleywest]

Yar: SHOTGUN!
Riker: Aw, man.

Ferengi: Let us entertain you, hew-man, with our doo-wop routine.

Yar: Dig all you want boys, there's no escaping this episode.

 

[Triskelion]

Crusher: Why does she go through every open door like that?
Riker: Her dream is to take a surprise party by surprise so she can brag about it in security chatrooms.

Yar: Let's see...bobbing and crouching...self-aggrandizing...ridiculous accoutrements...are you rappers?
Ferengi: I told you fur vests were out of season!

The space gopher must have gone this way. I'm picking up a faint acoustic signature of Kenny Loggins.

 

[2takesfrakes]

BONES: "My god, Jim! Where are we?"

 

[Rat Boy]

Riker: "The Enterprise just left orbit! There's no way to get to the captain and Dr. Crusher!"

Data: "There was a rope about twenty meters behind us."

Yar: "I'm picking up a side entrance on my tricorder."

Riker. "No. Way. Got it? We're still running fifteen minutes short."

 

[f14peter]

TASHA: "Um Worf ... we're not going to tell anyone ... you know ... about what happened last night ... you know, between us?"

WORF: "Of course not, a Klingon Warrior that would kiss-and-tell is without honor!"

TASHA: "Thanks, it was very nice but I do have my reputation to think about"

WORF: "I understand fully lieutenant"

TASHA: "Same time tonight?"

WORF: "See you then!"

YAR: "Sorry Mordok, you're out!"

MORDOK: "WHAT!! I followed your instructions hew-mon!"

YAR: "Nope, I said Ferengis, crouch down even more, not Simon says Ferengis crouch down even more"

 

[DrBob]

tftw LeadHead :-)

Riker <loudly> : So, I hear they're serving fresh coffee and doughnuts in 10 Forward this morning.

 

[DrBob]

Ferengi #1: Wanna buy a cheap 3D Printer?

 

[Triskelion]

Riker: What is it?
Yar: Geordi's lifetime of Friday night loneliness all concentrated into one Hole of Evil, sir.
Riker: What have I told you about getting near phenomena called something "of Evil," Lieutenant?
Yar: Yeah yeah, yadda yadda yadda. <Takes selfie>

 

[Rat Boy]

Ferengi on the left: "Double, double, toil and..."

Yar: "We really don't like bad poetry. Got it?"

 

[inflatabledalek]

Huzzah ftw Leadhead!

Geordi: ...And the final offer from the banker is five bars of gold pressed latinum.

Yar: I... can't decide!

As a busy security officer, Tasha Yar would often have to shave her unsightly facial hair on the go.

Crosby: Jesus dude, have you seen how old and tatty your sash is? I'd get a new one next year if I were you.

Dorn: Already sorted, I'm getting a new one to go with my new uniform.

Crosby: You're getting a new uniform? What for?

Dorn: It's a surprise!

Data: Tasha, this reminds me of...

Yar: Not now Data!

Crosby: Blimey, if I knew auditioning for such a minor recurring role in Lois and Clark would be such a rigmarole I'd have stayed in Star Trek!