TNG Caption This! 273: Everybody just have a good time
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LaForge: This device forecasts the future and makes it possible to speak to disembodied entities.
Picard: "Sounds like what Riker's Ouija board is used for.
LaForge: Well, can the Ouija board slice and dice and make a mean salsa?
Riker: Well, no. So this device-
Laforge: Nope. But it does LOOK sort of like a Vegematic.
LaForge: "It's the AMT kit model of Deep Space Station 9. In keeping with tradition, there are, admittedly, a few minor inaccuracies..."
doubleohfive
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WINNER! 
Picard: one, two, three, four, five, seven, eight, nine...(looks around to see if anyone is watching)...and a hundred! okay now im coming to find you all ready or not...(looks around again) ah hide and go seek, my favourite game. Last time i had an entire hour of peace and quiet before the idiots realised i had 'given up' on finding them.
"That is the biggest damn spider I've ever seen! Wouldn't you agree, Number One? Number One?"
Worf: "My, what firm biceps you have!"
Picard: "But why did you build it?"
LaForge: "I don't know-this compulsion just came over me. It was like I had to build it."
Riker: "I know what you mean. I have sketches of it all over the walls of my quarters."
Thanks for the win!
Troi: Worf? Have you tried Barclay's holographic weed? It's his own special blend called holohigh.
LaForge: I've constructed a posatronic brain.
Picard: Why?
LaForge: I plan to place it in a female android programmed to think I'm irresistable.
Riker: Fully functional?
LaForge: Fully!
Riker(thinking): Hah! Within a week she'll have dumped him for me or Data, I better get my game on!
Q: Stop staring at my nipples!
Picard: This is completely intolerable. Note to self to rescind all sick day privledges.
Picard: I'm sorry Mr Whalen, but you shall be shot first.
Whalen: What?!
Data: I calculate the percentage that your life shall be terminated first at 98.739%
Crusher: Better to be a redhead, than a redshirt!
Troi: Worf? Have you tried Barclay's holographic weed? It's his own special blend called holohigh.
LaForge: I've constructed a posatronic brain.
Picard: Why?
LaForge: I plan to place it in a female android programmed to think I'm irresistable.
Riker: Fully functional?
LaForge: Fully!
Riker(thinking): Hah! Within a week she'll have dumped him for me or Data, I better get my game on!
Q: Stop staring at my nipples!
Picard: This is completely intolerable. Note to self to rescind all sick day privledges.
Picard: I'm sorry Mr Whalen, but you shall be shot first.
Whalen: What?!
Data: I calculate the percentage that your life shall be terminated first at 98.739%
Crusher: Better to be a redhead, than a redshirt!
Troi: "I'm sorry Worf. I didn't know I was supposed to save the smoke for after we had sex....wait, WHAT??!!
Riker: "Looks pretty complicated. What is it?"
LaForge: "Gumball machine."
Picard: "Engineers."
Worf: "Someones been working out."
Q: "Let me guess. You went off on one of your high and mighty self righteous speeches in front of the crew again."
Picard: "Very good. Now simply begin to spread your middle and index fingers from your ring and little fingers, and there you have the Vulcan greeting.
Troi: "Cheap floozy? I sense you've drastically underestimated me."
Male saloon patron (OS): "I have?"
Troi: "Absolutely. I assure you I'm an expensive floozy."
Crusher: "Wrong, Gentlemen. When I'm the only one in the room with a working phaser, the answer to 'Do I look fat in this outfit?' is 'no.'"
Thanks for the win! 
Troi: No Worf, I don't need you to show me your manhood. Doctor Crusher has kept me fully apprised of its...MY GOD!!
The future evolution of the Lite Brite.
Worf: Come along with me, my love.
Q: Forget it. I don't go on a date without at least a drink and a dirty proposition.
Worf: Then I will get you some blood wine and throw you into a mud pit. Move!
Picard: It's about time you showed up. When I say the party starts at seven, I mean it starts at seven!
Picard: I meant a 12 inch pianist!
Troi: No Worf, I don't need you to show me your manhood. Doctor Crusher has kept me fully apprised of its...MY GOD!!
The future evolution of the Lite Brite.
Worf: Come along with me, my love.
Q: Forget it. I don't go on a date without at least a drink and a dirty proposition.
Worf: Then I will get you some blood wine and throw you into a mud pit. Move!
Picard: It's about time you showed up. When I say the party starts at seven, I mean it starts at seven!
Picard: I meant a 12 inch pianist!
Picard: "Now, raise both hands and repeat after me. I pledge allegiance..."
All: "I pledge allegiance..."
Picard: "To the Snazzy Hat Club..."
All: "To the Snazzy Hat Club..."
Ahhh, let me tell you a story about what happened to me just the other night, whoo!
A man in a mask walked into my room, late last Saturday night
I said, 'Hey, Mr. Mask, what you doin' in here?'
He said, 'There ain't no cause for fri-i-ight!
Well, I got a dance that'll beat the bump, the hustle and the hoochie-coo!'
And then he took off his pants, and did the Antler Dance
It's so easy, you can do it, too!
Put your hands on your head, like a big ol' moose
Keep your elbows high, and your legs real loose
Groove around the floor, kinda leap and prance
Shake your middle just a little, and you're doing the Antler Dance!
Well, well, well, the Antler Dance!
Aaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!
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