TNG Caption This #194: Bad Hangovers

[Alrik]

Crusher: "This should reduce his constant blabbering."

Troi: "Are you sure you have isolated the correct pathway?"

Crusher: "Listen, tits, you take care of the touchy feely, and continue to handle the important stuff."

Riker: *choke/cough*

 

[Alrik]

Crusher: "Hold still, just about done."

Riker: "You got a light out over there."

Crusher: "Damn it Will, I'm a doctor, not an electrician. Have someone fix it."

Riker: "Wow, something about that just feels.....wrong."

 

[Nerys Myk]

Chateau Picard, the Ripple of French wines.

 

[BlobVanDam]

Beverly - I'm sorry Captain, but this is an intervention
Riker - It's about the jacket
Picard - What do you mean? I totally pull it off! Worf, tell them!

Ceiling Geordi is watching you hyper-spanner

Beverly - And the upload is done. Now every time Wesley comes near him, Data will say "ARE YOU JOHN CONNOR?"

Beverly - Guys, I just had the most awful dream. And you were there, and you were there. And something about a ghost Kirking his way down my family tree? Geez, I'm double checking that hypo-spray when we get back to the ship.

Riker - So was I right?
Beverly - Yep.
Riker - So that means...
Beverly - Yep. You've now officially had every single STD known to Starfleet. Congratulations.

 

[Skywalker]

Picard: "Who..wha..? Oh, my. Another alien probe Doctor?"

Crusher: "No, Jean Luc. You got into Worf's ruffies agian."

Picard: "Roofies?! Well, that explains what happened to Mr. LaForge."

Geordi: "Help!"

 

[Isis]

Crusher (to self): "Uh-oh, I forgot my birth control pill this morning."

<...brief pause...>

Crusher (to self): "On second thought, not to worry...I doubt any pharmacist in the galaxy would have a problem selling me Plan B."

 

[LeadHead]

Got a new one up folks, see ya there.

Energizing now.