Movies Caption Contest #243: In your face!

[LeadHead]

Hello everyone, I'm a little behind on this contest, but lets get back on track!

First up to the plate, we have the "Unpleasant Communications" Award, going to:

Geordi: It's for you Captain. The A.A.R.P. is having another membership drive."

Picard (O.S) Merde.

Next, we have the "Dangerous Plan" Award, going to:

Scotty: That's it, lads. I'm pushing the shift key the fifth time.
Chekov: Are you insane?!

Next, we have the "Not always entertaining" Award, going to:

Kirk: (thinking) I wish I had Romulan Ale on hand whenever Bones and Spock were bickering on the bridge.

Our Photoshop Award, goes to:

LAFORGE: It's some sort of temporal anomaly. We've somehow contacted last week's contest!

Two entries kept going back and forth in my brain for this one, so they both win!

Geordi: Don't trust him Sir, he killed Mozart!

PICARD: Opinions?
GEORDI: Entry hall tile looks stupid as a starship wall.
PICARD: Noted.

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congrats to our winners!

And now, a new contest!

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Computer: Incoming file, "Nemesis-script.txt."

Picard: I have a bad feeling about this...

Crusher: Just so you know, if you come after the Enterprise, I'll hyperspray you with photon torpedoes.

The moment they realized that turboshaft 3 was 2 doors down.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Computer Voice: "Incoming private communication for Captain Picard from Ambassador Lwaxana Troi. (pause) Incoming private communication for Captain Picard from Ambassador Lwaxana Troi. (pause) Incoming private..."
Picard (thinking): "Merde, merde, merde, merde..."

 

[Armored Saint]

Sulu: Damn, there's too many decks and their numbers are in the wrong order, the fans will kill us!

 

[shivkala]

Computer: Incoming transmission. Sender ID blocked.

Picard: It better not be another naked selfie from Ambassador Troi this time!

B'Etor: Ugh! Human females are so repulsive.

Crusher: You're not a prize yourself. Oh, and you forgot to turn off the sound, we can hear you!

Sulu: Hey, those idiots got the deck numbers wrong!

 

[Armored Saint]

STEWART: Look Nick Meyer, our movies have books too!

KLINGON SCIENCE OFFICER: Damn, her vagina is a notorious petaQ generator.

 

[Maurice]

Thanks for the win.

COMPUTER: Just a moment. Just a moment. I have detected a fault in the AE-35 unit.
PICARD: Merde...

CRUSHER: Are you ready for your oral exam, Geordi?
<Boom chicka boom music starts playing>
B'ETOR: Off! Turn it off!

TAKEI: ILM! Come back! The script's not that bad!

 

[Finn]

Thanks for the win

"Laforge to Picard. Ensign Kim is demanding you talk to him. He has just been passed over for a promotion again and it has been 13 years since Voyager got home"

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Beverly: I'm sorry, Jean-Luc. I can't hear you over the sound of how hot I am.

 

[Nerys Myk]

B'ETOR: Can't we slap another filter or two on that?

 

[Nerys Myk]

JANEWAY: I know you're there Jean Luc. You can't hide and you're going on this mission!

 

[Nebusj]

``I guess it can't hurt to play the iPad Next Generation pinball one more time before bed.''

``Well, hello there, Mister Barclay … do you think you'll feel any like coming out of the trash bin today? No? Are you sure? We've got a fresh plate of cheesecake samplers we wanted you to share. Are you sure you want to keep hiding in there?''

``Hey, if we keep the camera at this angle we can hold our arms up and we'll look like we're Superman-flying! Let's do that instead! Up, up, and away!''

 

[Nerys Myk]

SULU: I didn't know rocket boots could support that much wei....aw crap!

 

[Finn]

JANEWAY: I know you're there Jean Luc. You can't hide and you're going on this mission!

Picard: I'm about to join the Prophets with Ben.

 

[Triskelion]

TFTW Leadhead!

Computer: Incoming transmission from the House of Mogh.
Picard: Oh, my General Chang's Chicken is here.

B'Etor: I wonder if her deck plating matches the corrugated bulkheads.

Sulu: Mister Scott - in a kilt! Wrong shaft! Wrong shaft!

 

[inflatabledalek]

Thanks for blending me Mr. Leadhead!

COMPUTER: Your Spacetube video spoof of the film Downfall with Hitler asking what the hell is Star Fleet doing not sending the Enterprise to fight the Borg has finished uploading.

Picard: Excellent, that'll show'em!

Gates McFadden was so poorly served by the script she was reduced to filming scenes she'd written herself on her Ipad after everyone else had gone home.

Sulu: Sir, I'm not sure if this is the time to bring this up, but isn't just wasteful to have lighting fitted in the floor of a room that is not only otherwise really well lit but also doesn't normally have people in it?

 

[Armored Saint]

SULU: My Starfleet's career is a failure, I can't be the Captain of the Excelsior. My only option is to join the Bedouins!

PICARD: It's better to be important or fun, I was torturing the whole admiralty in my dream.

 

[CaptainBearclaw]

HEEEEEEERRRRRREEEEE"S BEVVY!!

 

[Roddenberry]

You know, rather than go to my desk every time, shouldn't I have some sort of handheld device, should be able to do face-to-face calls, maybe store my classical music library and a calculator's always handy...

Crusher: Honestly, it's perfectly safe down here on planet Botox.

Red Hood: Is it an Elaysian?
Off-White Hood: Is it an exocomp?
Sulu: No, it's just Spock and, oh my, only wearing rocket boots and, for some reason, a cape.

 

[Armored Saint]

Red Hood: Is it an Elaysian?
Off-White Hood: Is it an exocomp?
Sulu: No, it's just Spock and, oh my, only wearing rocket boots and, for some reason, a cape.

BONES (os): Commander, please come to Sickbay when all that will be finished, you grossly need some Retinax V.