TNG Caption This #218: The Dancing Doctor

DATA: I do not understand your trepidation. This Nigerian Prince seems quite sincere.



CRUSHER: Wouldn't it make more sense to replace most of us with security officers?



DATA: Mirrors on the ceiling?

CRUSHER: They'll make more sense once we get to the bed.



WORF: A Ferengi. I could never work any place where there are Ferengi.

 

Thanks for the win!



Crusher: "Playing with your Wii again, Data?"
Data: "I cannot do it while you watch, Doctor."



Crusher: "Okay, we're ready for anything. Where are we beaming to, O'Brien?"
O'Brien: "The middle of the Atlantic Ocean." energises "Hah, I bet you weren't ready for that. No anaesthetic to reset my shoulder!"



Data: "How long has that bicycle been up there?"



Crusher: "I'm afraid he's dead, Worf. There is only one thing to do."
Worf: "Inform the Captain?"
Crusher: "Check his pockets for loose change."

 

Toy manufacturer (OS): "I'm beginning to think a set of TNG action figures isn't such a good idea."

 

Worf: "A Ferengi love doll?! If you paid more than half price for this, you are without honor!"

 

Worf: "Doctor, excellent work. This full figure Ferengi imposter suit will be perfect for spying on them."
Dr. Crusher: "Thanks. But the question remains--who is going to wear it?"
Worf: "Why, Wesley of course."

 

Dr. Crusher: He's onlt mostly dead.
Worf: A technicality that will soon be remedied.

 

Crusher: Data, I said don't stare at my chest. You don't have to stare at the ceiling! If you step on my feet again I'm going to deactivate you!

 

Dieter (offscreen): Now is the time on Enterprise when we dance!!!

 

Only Riker knew the aliens were three feet tall.

 

Riker: Whatcha watching, Data?

Data: Blade Runner.

Crusher: Oooh, I love that movie.

Data: The one with Harrison Ford's narration.

Riker: ...You're not my friend anymore.

Crusher: You're not welcome in my Sickbay.


Crusher: Data, what are you looking at?

Data: As you know, I have had X-ray vision installed as a feature in my eyes. I am trying to dance my way into position so that I can see up the woman in the room above's skirt.

 

Crusher: "Those are Ensign Hortense's quarters, and he always wears a skant."

 

Data: "It is that ceiling cat, watching me again."
Crusher: "The ceiling cat? But, I thought he only watched... I mean, you're not... I mean, are androids even able to... On second thought, nevermind! I really don't want to know!"

 

Data (thinking): ** I hope this is what she wants, I hope this is what she wants, I hope ... **

Data slides his hand down to cup Beverly's left buttock.

 

Crusher: Hey Worf, want to assess the size of Ferengi genetalia? Scientific research of course
Worf: I do hope you're joking Doctor
Crusher: .... Of course... Haha... er do something with this corpse will you, i'm going for a shower



Dr Crusher: Please tell me that's been photoshopped!
Data: No Doctor, that really is Wesley

 

Crusher: "It's an old picture of Jack, alright. But who...?"
Riker: "Now don't jump to conclusions, Beverly. It might not be what it looks like."
Data: "It is said that no human male can resist them."
Crusher: "Bullshit! Who's the green bimbo?!"

 

Ooo! I won one! Thanks!




The reactions were varied upon viewing Data's attempt to market android porn



Dr. Crusher: It's not funny anymore Will. I'm tired of treating all the crotch shots



Crusher: Alright. Cut it out. Your eyes don't creep me out that much



Worf: Oh c'mon. He was getting on your nerves too, right?



Riker: Sir, what's Q mean, you and Dr. Crusher? He doesn't mean on this table does he?

 

Had to poke some fun at that super long thread in the DS9 forum...


Data: Surely 19 pages of debate is enough?
Crusher: No! We need to convince them that we're choosing the right Dax!
Riker: Has anyone mentioned that Trills inexplicably traded their ridges for spots?
Crusher: No, Will, that's an entirely different topic!
Riker: Well, we should at least mention that Ezri and Jadzia would probably be good friends.
Crusher: But that's not the point!
Data: I'm tired of this. Why don't we look at pictures of felines with clever captions instead?

 

Crusher: Data, what are you doing?

Data: I am attempting to channel Hines Ward.

 

Riker: Wait! Stop! Don't energize!!! Abort! Abort!

Transporter operator: What's wrong, commander?

Riker: There's a stink bug over here.

 

Riker: "O'Brien, you got us out just in the nick of time. But... we've got a bit of a problem with Wesley."