Movie Caption Contest #107: Opening Doors

[Candlelight]

Scotty: "Don't ye recognise a prison break when ye- ewwww"
Kirk: "What? We thought we were gonna die so we decided to humour those slash fick writers"
Scotty: "But Dr McCoy clearly cannae take much more..."

 

[The Cutest of Borg]

Nope, the plot isn't here either.

 

[Rat Boy]

EMH: "Stand...back?"

*boom*

Scotty: "Borgas frat! Wrong Enterprise."

 

[Nerys Myk]

The EMH suddenly recalled the movie Frighteners.

 

[Candlelight]

"'Scuse me but have ye seen an older gent, a man with pointy ears and a bastard with an over inflated ego anywhere?"
"I'm a doctor, not a google search engine"
"Och aye.. back of me hand, me arse..."

 

[Shatmandu]

^^^^^

<Banging sounds.>
EMH: "If I'm not real, then what just filled my underwear?"

Scotty: "Oh. Sorry. I was looking for a different old, bald asshole."

 

[Nerys Myk]

RUN DMC: I was a high school loser, never made it with a lady
till the boys told me somethin' I missed
then my next door neighbor with a daughter had a favor
so I gave her just a little kiss
like this!

 

[T'Girl]

Captain, doctor McCoy did that bloody Ilia fembot come thru here?

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Scotty: Cap'n, it clearly says not to flush the bloody thing while in spacedock!

 

[LeadHead]

(Dozens of women run past Scotty)
Scotty: Captain, I am so sorry!
Kirk: It's allright!
Scotty: Do you wanna go after them?
Kirk: It's fine Scotty! They're tagged! They're tagged! Lets go!

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Scotty: Borgus frat! This isn't Counselor Troi's quarters.
EMH: Two compartments down.
Scotty: Thanks, holo-laddie.

 

[Nerys Myk]

OLD SCOTTY: Did I score with her?

YOUNG SCOTTY: Not if you dont get your ass out of here!.

 

[Jptrekker]

Data: I'm frrr-eee!
Geordi: This is no time for your John Inman impression, Data.

Mrs. Slocombe was concerned that the quality of the Jr. Salesmen kept slipping and slipping.

 

[Bones2]

Mrs Slocombe: "What a strange man; he's paler than my pussy."

...

 

[26138]

Data: I'm frrr-eee!
Geordi: This is no time for your John Inman impression, Data.

Mrs. Slocombe was concerned that the quality of the Jr. Salesmen kept slipping and slipping.

I'm laughing my rear off!

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Mrs Slocombe: "What a strange man; he's paler than my pussy."

...

Data: I'm frrr-eee!
Geordi: This is no time for your John Inman impression, Data.

Mrs. Slocombe was concerned that the quality of the Jr. Salesmen kept slipping and slipping.

 

[Candlelight]

Moments later, the Enterprise escaped space dock en route to the planet Genesis.

"Dinnae tell ye I could get these bloody space doors open?!"

 

[LeadHead]

Missionaries: We want to save your soul!
EMH: I wasn't programmed with a soul. The app was too expensive at the iTunes Store.

 

[Ryan Thomas Riddle]

Doctor Crusher: You won't have much time. The Borg are coming through a paper mache door.

 

[Rat Boy]

Crusher: "Twenty Borgas Frats are about to break down that door. Create a diversion!"

EMH: "This isn't part of my programming. I'm a doctor, not a doorstop."

Crusher: "Well do a dance, tell a story; just give us a few seconds!"

*crash*

EMH: "According to the Starfleet Medical database, haggis can cause severe intestinal irritation. Perhaps you would like some Pepto Bismol?"