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TNG Caption This #196: Artistic License

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Hello everyone! A little earlier than you were expecting? Sorry about that, I knew I'd be busy pretty much all day tomorrow and wanted to make it so that you're not having to wait for me this time.

Time to say hello to some winners:

First, the "missing the point while being right on target" award goes to:

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O'BRIEN: Stop whining. You did say "Not in the face".


Next, the "Data is not a Quick Study" Award goes to:

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Troi: Are you sure you're using the propoer neck pinch technique that Ambassador Spock taught you?

Next, the "Not Number One in the popularity contest" Award goes to:


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Riker: "Uh, if the bad guys are over there-why are you pointing that at me?"

Worf: "You know too much. We can't risk you being taken prisoner. It's in the regulations, sir - that I just made up."


Then the "Excellence in Cross Species Musical Theatre" Award goes to:

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"OKLAHOMA!"

Ahhhh, the ever difficult to choose Photoshop winner, great entries all, but this one had me rolling.



Congrats to all of our winners!

Now that the crew has all made peace with their issues, they can turn their attention to artistic pursuits.

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Off we go!
 
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Picard: What do you think Mister Data?

Data: I would like to paraphrase Ambassador Spock, Sir.

Picard: Please do.

Data: Captain, you are an Excellent Starship Commander, but as a painter, you leave much to be desired.

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Worf: So that's what happens to leftovers after 6 months...


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Crusher: Look at me Reg, you can't be that... (Screams)



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La Forge: Luck be a lady tonight!

Crusher: (laughs) I'm sorry, you'd better bet on something else Geordi.

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This is how the great "Ten Forward Disaster" began, Riker's Trombone playing broke the windows and made the assembled crew much happier... for a few moments.
 
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Data (thinking to self) - you know, in only 3.4 nanoseconds I have managed to calculate over 100 ways I could kill the Captain using only the painting equipment on this table here. Mindless killing would make me pretty human, right?

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Worf - Who put these here? Is this some kind of joke? You all know how us Klingons feel about decorative flowers.......... only freshly cut is good enough.

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Crusher - Don't be ashamed. It happens to human men too, but just not with the nose.......
 
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Data: It is a respectable elephant, sir.
Picard: Elephant? Data, it's a horse! Marshall Petain,the first steed I ever broke in!
Data: <head tilt> Is it meant to be an abstract, sir?
Picard: NO! Realism!
Data, deadpan: It is a respectable horse, sir.
 
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Geordi: "I ain't seen shit!"



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Beverly: "Dennis McCarthy said 'Don't quite your day job'..."



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Data: Internal monologue, "But eventually his mind will wonder to that time he painted my nude self portrait and remember the size of my fully fuctional codpiece. Wait for it ... wait for it ... annnddd therrre it is."
 
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Geordi: ''Look... These beer canisters are mine, get over it.''

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(announcer through intercom): ''The poll is open! Will commander Riker really succeed spitting in his hand through his trombone? Stay tuned!''
 
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"'Decorates like a 12-year-old boy', what's she talking about, no child would have a centerpiece like this. What else could she be talking about?"

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"Will, it works a lot better if you remove the plug."
 
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DATA: My cat could produce a better painting...

wait did I say that outloud?


PICARD: Yes.


DATA: Engage inner monolog subroutine...

PICARD: Too late. Crewman Data.

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WORF: I see Alexander has completed his Flower Arranging course. (sigh)

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CRUSHER: For the last time, the characters name is Roxane, not Deanna!

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LAFORGE: And this is my new girlfriend, Susan.

CRUSHER: It was bound to happen.

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(TROMBONE)Wah, wah, wah waaaah!!!!

CRUSHER: Will you stop playing that everytime I mention I'm a qualified Bridge Commander. Its not funny!!!!!
 
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"Will, it works a lot better if you remove the plug."

Good idea... ;)

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Data: Sir, I believe it would work much more efficiently if you removed the plug.

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Worf: This would work a lot better if I removed the plug.

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Crusher: For God's sake, Reg, it would work a LOT better if you removed the plug!

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Crusher: Geordi, I'm only going to say this once. It would work a LOT better if you removed the plug.
 
^^ heh;)

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"Look, I know you're disappointed that all the PornoDecks were occupied but no one ever does these simulations with me, can't you just play along?"
 
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Picard: "I call it 'Riding into the Sunset.'"
Data: "Interesting. And I believe it is the first time I have seen Gumby actually riding Pokey."


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Worf: "Argelian Stinkweed! I have a secret admirer!"


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Barclay: "I was thinking...why don't we modernize the play? And instead of the nose getting longer--"
Crusher: "Forget it!"


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LaForge: "'My life's work has been to prompt others and be forgotten. Remember that night when Christian came to your balcony?'"
Crusher: "I've already cast Barclay."
LaForge: "Damn!"


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Riker: "I haven't played in a while. I'm afraid I'm a little rusty."
Crusher: "Don't worry about that! I love rusty trombone!"
Crewman (thinking): "Oh no she didn't!"


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Data: "A portrait of Counselor Troi? Interesting that you chose to render her nude and with unshaven armpits."
Picard: "Do you think I should show it to her?"
Data:: "No, I do not."
 
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Black Guy: "Pardon me for interrupting Doctor, but my ears are bleeding."

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Picard: "What do you think Data?"
Data: "It is a painting of a cake sir."
Picard: "What kind of cake Data?"
Data: "The cake depicts a woman sitting upon a toilet sir."
Picard: "Pretty erotic huh?"

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Beverly: "Look I'm sorry, but it's my holodeck fantasy and I get to wear the dress."

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Worf: "It is a deadly Klingon Tre'ooj carnivore plant."
Tre'ooj: "Come closer."
Worf: "I will not."
Tre'ooj: "But I smell good, yes?"
Worf: "Yes, but I will not come closer"
Tre'ooj: "Put one of your hands in one of my blossoms."
Worf: "I really shouldn't."
Tre'ooj: "But you want too, you can always pull it back out."
Worf: "I will pull it out before it is too late."
Tre'ooj: "But you won't pull it out before it is too late."
Worf: "Have you been speaking to Councilor Troi?"

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Beverly: "So show me how exactly did you try to fondle Ensign Sonya's breasts?"
Geordi: "Well I stood like this and raised my hand like this ..."
Beverly: "I think I see the problem Geordi."
Geordi: "Tell me Doctor."
Beverly: "You're standing nearly three meters away."
Geordi: "Yes, and ..."


:):)
 
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Data: (thinking to himself) Should I tell him or is he already aware? Perhaps it is best that I say nothing. But if I do not, others may notice.

Data: "Captain?"
Picard: "Yes, Data."
Data: "Sir, you have drooled on your shirt."


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Worf: "Strange, what are these--"

One of the plants swings around and sprays spores all over Worf.

Worf: "What the hell! What IS this? I... I can't... no... (pause) Yes, I see now! I must bring these to Deanna, quickly."


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Geordi: "Beverly, I like you... very much. But, I'm really sorry, not like that."

Dr. Crusher quickly covers herself back up, fleeing the shuttlebay in extreme embarrassment.


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Beverly: (thinking to herself) Oh boy, this sucks. How do I gracefully exit stage left without him noticing?
 
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Geordi: "Who? What girls? There's no--oh, those girls. Well, they're just helping me with a few diagnostics."
Beverly: "Right... diagnostics."
 
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Beverly: "What the... what's going on here?"
Geordi: "Bev, you've never been to a keg party before? Girl, you gotta get out more! Here, have a beer."
 
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Picard: "Magnificent, isn't she Data?"
Data: "I fail to see the resemblance. But I will comply if ordered to do so."
 
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