TNG Caption This! 267: Good Times.... Good Times...

[LeadHead]

Happy Saturday everyone! Hope you're doing well, lets go!

First up to the plate, we have the "Television Budget" Award, going to:

Riker: Geordi, does that background look less fake with your visor?

Next, we have the "Strategic Planning" Award, going to:

DATA: May I suggest we exit the nebula on the opposite side from the Borg ship, increasing the chances we won't be immediately detected.
PICARD: No, fly out right past them. It's more dramatic.

Next, we have the "Um, shouldn't we be more worried about the Borg?" Award, going to:

Riker: "I hate to see you go Commander, but I love to watch you leave."

Worf: "Smooth. Real smooth."

Next, we have the "Sha-Ka-Ree when the walls fell" Award, going to:

Admiral: I'm summoning the Enterprise to join me at Wolf 359.

Picard: What does God need with a Starship?

Next, we have the "Really?" Award, going to:

PICARD: Look, I shaved my head for that picture!!! I wasn't bald at the Academy!!!!

Our Photoshop Award goes to:

Dorn: "What can I say....'Fisherman Worf' needs a yacht!"

Stewart: "Surely you, of all this crew, will not hold back."

It suddenly occurred to Riker, that, while Starfleet had changed it's departmental color scheme for the uniforms, no one had notified the Alien of the Week of this change...

Congratulations to our winners and many thanks to everyone who participated!

And now...

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Data: You all really need a vacation.

La Forge: And this is Rikers first SpaceTube Video.

Deanna: Will, either stop getting marinara sauce in your beard or shave it off!

Worf: Nobody calls me a wimp!

Picard: Engage!

Data: No Sir, "Energize."

Picard: D'oh!

 

[Skywalker]

Data: "Hm. Perhaps I should cease my experimentation with human flatulence."

 

[The Laughing Vulcan]

Years later, as Data's disembodied head floated through space through the shattered wreckage of the Enterprise, he mused that during a red alert situation with the Borg was the wrong time to recite Ode to Spot.

Geordi: "You'll want to switch your visors to 3D mode at this point."

Worf: "A reacharound is without honour"

 

[bullethead]

Geordi: You see this blurring on Commander Riker? By rescanning all the film elements, we'll be able to actually see what the hell is going on here.

 

[Ln X]

Data's knock-out song...

Geordi: Woah! So this is what it's like high on acid!

Riker: Burp!
Data: Bless you commander.
Deanna: Just ignore him Data, when it comes to food Will acts like an primitive Neanderthal.

Worf: I'm so awesome I can even knock out people with my back turned to them!

Picard: Observe Mr Data. Since you are unpracticed with humanoid mating rituals, I will perform some of them upon Mr O'Brien for your benefit. Afterwards you can copy my moves.
O'Brien: Sir is that even legal?
Picard: Captain's prerogative Mr O'Brien, and Data do go easy on the chief, we wouldn't want to injure him.
O'Brien: Bloody hell!

 

[shivkala]

Thanks for the win!

Data: Not again, not again! When Starfleet finds out I have killed another crew, it will be the end of my career!

This was the last time the crew let Geordi film their video yearbook.

Data: Despite my lack of emotional capability, I must admit, even I am disgusted at this turn of events!

Worf: So, then, I signaled my intention to turn right and, oh crap... You know more Klingon blood feuds are started this way...

Picard: On second thought, let's not go to Camelot. It is a silly place.

 

[inflatabledalek]

Thanks ftw.

Data: Sleeping on the job? No wonder the thread isn't pinned yet.

Geordi: And this full spectrum analysis conclusively shows how much awesome the beard adds.

Data: Amazing, I wouldn't have believed the Commander would be able to fit all of that in his mouth at once if I had not seen it.

Never stand behind Worf when he's strutting his funky stuff on the dancefloor

Picard: I've just come from breakfast with Doctor Crusher. Any guesses as to why my finger smells fishy?

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Data: "Counselor, why is Commander Riker in a drooling stupor?!"
Troi: "He really likes me in this uniform."

Worf: "Not so fast, petaQ! It's not three against one! It's three against two! My friend here...Oops!"

Picard: "Do you hear that? That's Commander Riker and his damned trombone again! I told you to beef up the soundproofing around his quarters!"

 

[TrickyDickie]

Thanks for the win!

Q: "We now interrupt your regularly scheduled program for an important look into your future."

Geordi: "Let That Be Your Last Makeup Application."

 

[Captain Crow]

Worf, singing: Get your motor runnin'! Head out on the highway! Looking for adventure! In whatever comes our way!

Data: Okay, I get the hint. You guys don't like my Spot poems.

Data: Counselor, is this what humans call "Invisible BJ"?

Troi: No more internet for you Data.

Guy in corridor: Yo, Captain Cue Ball! Have you seen my furniture polish?

[Picard giving what he thinks is a rude gesture]

Data: Wrong finger, Sir.

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: Perhaps I do tend to ramble on at length when delivering information.

 

[NAHTMMM]

"No, this is standard self-defense for any screen displaying Riker. It knows it can either blur the image or explode."

 

[Skywalker]

♫ Everybody was kung fu fighting... ♫

 

[Mistral]

"Wow," Data thought, "I could make anyone I wanted to from these body parts."

 

[Mistral]

Worf: "Sorry, sir-he was late with the mail."

 

[Captain Crow]

Worf, jumping into frame: STOP! PUNCHIN' TIME!

 

[Nerys Myk]

WORF: I thought I told you to shut up.

 

[Bob Karo]

Trio: DATA! I think you broke his jaw...

Riker(in obvious pain): ooowww

Data: I advised him that further innuendos regarding Dr Tainer were unwise.

 

[Vassa]

Thanks for the win!

Data: What?!? Too soon?