TNG Caption This! 285: Power to the Players

Hitler On The Movies:

"It stinks!"

Picard: "Critics. They never change."



Beverly: "Am I the only one who's concerned that we've brought a piece of strange alien technology right into the ship's command center?"



Lwaxana: "-and then his clothes fell off, and he's scrambling to get his knickers back then, but before he can, I've seen everything."



Beverly: "Ever see that episode of Voyager where that nasty dude wears that other dude's face?"

Picard: "Gettin' a little creepy there, Bev."



Data: "Captain, I believe this capsule contains either the Screw Attack or the Long Beam."

 

Discipline pretty much went to hell when ever Picard and Riker left the bridge.

 

Picard: "'Hitler on Ice'. Hmmm. Knowing the 20th century as I do, that means Hitler is either dead - or starring in musical ice-rink entertainment for the masses".

Fellow on Left: "Or both, sir".

Picard: "My god. I hadn't thought of that. Zombie Hitler. No wonder the British want aid".



Worf: "Klingon ships know it well. With the captain and first officer removed, it is only a matter of time before the battlelust of the crew, absent the iron hand of discipline, begins to boil over, destroying all semblance of civility in an orgy of rage and unchecked bloodshed".

Yar: "It looks pretty relaxed to me"

Worf (nodding to himself): "Dangerously close to eruption".



After seeing the probe, Data suddenly realized what had been niggling at his mind all shift - he'd left the iron on.

 

Data: "Good news. Logic plainly suggests that where there is a giant can opener, a giant can of tuna fish cannot be far behind."

 

Crusher: "Jean-Luc, you're doing great...I promise you won't regret being Mr. July in next year's 'Hunks of Starfleet' calendar."

 

Crusher: "Oh, sorry, Jean Luc, I didn't mean to get you all aroused! But you wanted us to just be friends, remember? Maybe your slutty new BFF Vash can help you out!"

 

Data: "Incorrect Captain. It is not a small moon, but rather a space station.

Picard: "Does it pose any danger to us Mister Data?"

Data: "Negative Captain, it most powerful weapon is merely a big laser."

Riker: "A laser? That wouldn't even penetrate our navigational deflector."

 

Ensign Gates: "Mechanized sensors say it's a small moon, Captain, with one large impact crater. But I say it's definitely a space station!"
Picard: "Hmm. What do you say, Mr. Data?"
Data: "Hey, you're asking me? I gotta agree with the machinery!"

 

Man: "Mystery scientist patents transparent aluminum."

Picard: Frak whales.

 

Whelan: "Yutani, huh? Been thinkin' of going into business with him."

Picard: "You know, it's kinda catchy, but it doesn't sound quite right."

 

Crusher: "I knew you weren't a natural baldy. The carpet doesn't match the drapes."

 

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Data: "Captain, now approaching Saturn's moon of Minas.

Ensign Gates: "Still think it looks like that space station.

 

Picard: Now Mrs. Troi, if you'll just stand here a moment...
Lwaxanna: Mr. Woof! What are you doing with that water balloon filled with ink!??
Picard: (sneaking away) FIRE!!


Picard: Beverly!
Crusher: Now now, Jean-Luc, your secret is safe with me. I won't tell anybody about your little bedwetting problem.


Picard: What is it, Data?
Data: I have got nothin', sir.

 

DATA: Something just does not look right, Geordie. Perhaps you should bring up the IKEA I Probe schematics to be sure.

 

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