TNG Caption This #205: Wait... What happened here?

[LeadHead]

Picard: Oh, that's where we left the extra photon torpedoes.

 

[Mistral]

Picard: "Damn! That's the third populated planet we've blown up this week! Well, we'll just blame this one on the Klingons I guess."

 

[Mistral]

Crusher: "Relax, Worf, I knew Klingons had a tendency to make love roughly."

Worf: "But it was just elbow sex! I should have been more careful!"

Crusher: "I'll let you make it up to me. You can join me in doing the Time Warp, ok?"

 

[phenyx2]

"Unbelievable, Frodo destroys the ring and the Dark Tower of Barad-dûr crumbles
yet Sauron has mores lives then Felix the Cat!"

"Number one...recalibrate the photon torpedoes to carrying Visine...for the Great Eye!"

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: Damn, someone fed the ship bean burritos again.

 

[Bob Karo]

RIKER(whispering): There it is again!

RO: I didn't hear it.

RIKER: I'm telling you there's a racoon or a big squirrel or something up on the roof. There! There it is again. Now it's moving toward the port side.

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Whoa. LSD is a helluva drug.

 

[Isis]

TNG's take on "The Deadly Years" was not well received.

 

[Subcommander R.]

Data: "Sir, you're amazing."

Riker: "I already know that, but what prompted you to say so?"

Data: "Up to now, it was believed physically impossible for someone to attain your age and have a pimple that large."

Riker: Data, that's my nose.

 

[CorporalCaptain]

[Ro sniffs the air.]

Ro: Oh, Prophets! Commander!

[Riker acts like nothing is happening. Data pretends to sniff.]

Data: Ensign, what seems to be the trouble?

Ro: Activate your olfactory sensor, Data.

Data: Ah.

[Data sniffs some more.]

Data: Oh! Yes, I understand. That would be Oskoid soup, would it not, Commander Riker?

Riker: Yes, that was me!

 

[Alrik]

Picard: "Mr Worf, open a hailing channel to the ambassador's ship."

BOOM!!!

Worf (over comm): "Oops."

 

[Alrik]

Crusher: "Trust me Worf, it will increase your reaction time greatly, and it's all natual."

Worf: "I am uncertain Doctor. Wouldn't this be considered 'doping'?"

Data: "Question Commander. How does one manage to get stood up by an Orion Slave Girl?"

Riker: "Not now Data! And if anyone asks, I'll be in Holodeck 3 working off some pent up energy."

Data: "Again?"

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: Picard to Bridge, what happened to the U.S.S. Cover?

Riker: The Cover's blown, Sir.

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD[with sarcasm) Lighting your farts. Very impressive, Q.

 

[Isis]

Announcer: ""This isn't science fiction; this is life in the United States Navy...No, wait a minute, Ladies and Gentlemen. This is science fiction. Sorry for the mixup."

 

[Isis]

Riker: "This is how you do the 'Starfleet officer gravitas' look. You'll have to get it down cold, or there's absolutely no way you'll advance here."

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: I don't see it.

RIKER: See what?

DATA: Your resemblance to a Neanderthal, as mentioned by Counselor Troi. Cro-Mangon, yes but not Neanderthal.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Riker: "Well, what do you think?"
Data: "I am not sure. Is that your 'Don't even think about it!' bad-boy staredown face, or your 'Come hither, my darling' seduction face?"
Riker: "Seduction face."
Data: "Still needs work."

 

[Mistral]

Data: "Commander, there seems to be-"

Riker: "Lice. Don't ask."

 

[Alrik]

Data: "Sir, you seem to be out of sorts today."

Riker: "New underwear, Data, leave it at that."