JENNIFER: "Tell me, Marina - woman to woman - has Patrick been hitting on the hotties on the set?"
MARINA: "'Woman to woman, it has to be? Oh ... wait! Look over there! Is that a baby wolf?"
JENNIFER: "What? Where ... ?!!"
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JENNIFER: "Tell me, Marina - woman to woman - has Patrick been hitting on the hotties on the set?"
MARINA: "'Woman to woman, it has to be? Oh ... wait! Look over there! Is that a baby wolf?"
JENNIFER: "What? Where ... ?!!"
Vash: So what do you actually DO on this ship?
Troi: I have no idea. Oh and while we're at it, what's your first name?
Vash: ... Damn you!
Troi: Nightbird.
Troi: Play Nightbird.
Troi: Hey, Nightbird.
Troi: Nightbird.
Troi: Nightbird.
Troi: Do you know Nightbird?
5 minutes later...
Beverly: Crusher to sickbay, prepare for an emergency trombonectomy!
Troi: You see, Geordi? Will plays the trombone just like he makes love: Loud, stinky and out of tune.
Geordi: Awkward...
Madeline: "Gee, I dunno, Dix. I'm a holographic construct programmed to fulfill your every fantasy and desire, but even I'm not falling for that lame pick-up line."
Troi: "Vash, could I have a word with you?"
Vash: "Oh, I'm sorry, Deanna, but I don't think we should be seen socializing in public. You see, you're only dating the first officer, while I'm dating the captain. You should really call my secretary for an appointment."
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Dame: Who taught you how to smoke - a French marionette?
Picard: But of course.
(offscreen) DATA: "Inquiry: is Commander Riker what would be accurately identified as a 'Party Pooper'?"
Picard: Why have you got Scotch while I have Piss?
You said you 'would rather drink piss than that American beer', so I figured you had a liking for the stuff.
Picard: "So, there's nothing in your programming that would allow you to go to bed with me?"
Madeline: "Nope. You'd have to get a hack from the Bynars for that."
Madeline: Who taught you how to toast, an alcoholic burlesque queen?
Picard: Mais oui!
Thanks for the win Leadhead!
I'm having to do this on the way out the door, so appologies for stepping on anyone's joke toes if my glance through the thread has skipped a caption!
Chief Engineer's Log: The ladies' weren't as impressed when I played my mandolin at my birthday party. Admittedly Mrs. Mot was the only lady who bothered to come to my birthday party...
Madeleine: So why do they call you Dix?
Picard: I'll show you later.
Vash: It won't work out in the long term between me and Jean-Luc. My last marriage to Walter Skinner was a disaster, no more commanding bald husbands for me.
Worf: Gootle of Geer, Gootle of Geer...
La Forge: It's no good Ro, I can still see your lips moving.
Riker: Just enjoy it Mr. Worf, every 1980's American action show did a casino episode!
Worf: Sir, I protest. We are not the A-Team!
I'm having to do this on the way out the door, so appologies for stepping on anyone's joke toes if my glance through the thread has skipped a caption!
Chief Engineer's Log: The ladies' weren't as impressed when I played my mandolin at my birthday party. Admittedly Mrs. Mot was the only lady who bothered to come to my birthday party...
Madeleine: So why do they call you Dix?
Picard: I'll show you later.
Vash: It won't work out in the long term between me and Jean-Luc. My last marriage to Walter Skinner was a disaster, no more commanding bald husbands for me.
Worf: Gootle of Geer, Gootle of Geer...
La Forge: It's no good Ro, I can still see your lips moving.
Riker: Just enjoy it Mr. Worf, every 1980's American action show did a casino episode!
Worf: Sir, I protest. We are not the A-Team!
Riker: Just enjoy it Mr. Worf, every 1980's American action show did a casino episode!
Worf: Sir, I protest. We are not the A-Team!
Data: How else could Howlin' Mad Barclay be explained?
Madeline: "'Dix,' eh? That's a funny name. Kinda sounds like it ought to be a Vulcan's name, you know what I mean?"
Picard: "Oh, merde! Don't start up that canard again!"
Riker: "Okay, ladies, here's a little number that'll blow your skirts up. Literally!"
Beverly: "Ah, Will -- what are you doing?"
Riker: "Playing 'When the Saints Come Marching In'. Why?"
Beverly: "Then ... ah ... that thing is..."
Riker: "A trombone. Why?"
Beverly: "I used it to plunge your toilet last poker night."
Vash: I gotta take off and see the Captain. I got his room number from Dr. Crusher. Deck 2, section 4. I'm going to slip into something revealing and comfortable, before beaming directly to his bed.
Deanna:*recognizes it as Worf's quarters* Uh...
Vash: What?
Deanna: Never mind
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