Movies Caption Contest #245: In depth

[LeadHead]

Hello everyone! New contest time!

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

La Forge: Guys? Red means okay, right? Right? Aw, crap, Starfleet said if I eject one more Warp Core, I'm out of a job.

Next, we have the "Job Security" Award, going to:

McCoy: Do you have any idea what'll happen if you go in there?
Spock: I'll guarantee another sequel?

Next, we have the "Binford 6100 Warp Core" Award, going to:

Scotty: WHO OVERLOADED THE CORE WITH MORE POWER?
Assistant: TECH ENGINEER TIMOTHY TAYLOR!

Our Photoshop award goes to:

GEORDI: La Forge to Riker! That's not good Commander, our warp core is a giant bottle of mineral water.

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

And now, a new contest!

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Spock: We will now take our 5 minute break. Please return promptly so we may finish our 6 our lecture on James T. Kirk's violations of the Prime Directive.

Worf: Okay boys, time to crash Riker and Troi's wedding!

La Forge: We've just uncovered a secret lab with large torpedoes, shouldn't we call for security to come over here?

Data: Nah, what's the worst thing that can happen?

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Data: Geordi, the captain ordered me to give you a hand. Get it?

Geordi: Is it too late to transfer to waste extraction?

 

[martok2112]

SPOCK: And now, next on our fire sale auction is Lot 221, the giant StarFleet Headquarters emblem directly behind me. Bidding will start at 250 credits....do I hear 275?
CiC: How can he not hear 275 with ears like that?
ADM. CARTWRIGHT: Word!
SPOCK: I heard that.

TROI: Eeeek.....Worf!!!!
WORF: Ahem....forgive me, Counselor Troi. We thought this led to Corridor Alpha Five...we did not realize it was the overhead to the Womens' Head.
SECURITY OFFICER: (whispers to fellow officer) Nice downblouse!
OTHER SECURITY OFFICER: Nice everything.

DATA: Rigarte' ! Nothing up my sleeve...
GEORDI: Nothing in your positronic brain either!

 

[Maurice]

BOB: Is this thing on?
SPOCK: That's a lamp, Admiral.

Ceiling Wolf says you masturbate without honor!

BURTON: Whadda ya know...someone finally hired a cinematographer who knows what a "gel" is!
SPINER: Color me impressed!

 

[Finn]

Data: You should've seen what this did to Tasha

 

[Triskelion]

Spock: We have neuterized the nucular threat; irregardless, our mission is a whole nother barrel of fish. Awesome sauce. Allow me to reiterate again: Starfleet misunderestimated the threat of the extraterrestrial aliens and unequivocably ordered me to use an inflammable payload in the torpedo. This was anti-opposed by the non-defunct alien faction and forced them to make a complete 360 in their strategy. So I told the Captain you're crew is literally behind you 1000% like Yoko and Lenin. Their loyaler than any crew in all the multiple universes. Its all good. Word.

...This is what you people sound like to Vulcans.

Admirals: OOOooohhh....

Worf: A warrior does not shake it more than three times unless he intends to play with it, Mister Crusher.

Data: This is the hand I used to cup Tasha's left butt cheek.
Geordi:....
Data: She named it "Sir Mix-A-Lot."
Geordi:....
Data: Guess why.
Geordi:....
Data: It likes big butts and it cannot lie.
Geordi: TMI!!!

 

[Armored Saint]

TFTW

CARTWRIGHT: Quinn, Aaron and Savar....if I don't start a new war against the Klingons, Starfleet won't be able to get rid of these three dumbasses before seventy years.

Worf's personnal log: Ten years after the parasite infiltration, a totally senile, but still in service, admiral Quinn used a trapdoor as an outhouse. I must convince Captain Picard to let me apply the Klingon retirement policy on his old friend.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Spock: "I apologize to each of you for the bizarre letters you each recently received from my father, Ambassador Sarek. Apparently, he is just not going to ever let this Starfleet/Vulcan Science Academy thing go."

 

[Armored Saint]

SPOCK: Say another time the word Bengazi and you'll learn the word Tal-shaya.
CiC: I won't even try to prevent him.

DATA: Look everyone, Geordi's Goldmember.

 

[martok2112]

Triskelion, your Worf quote damn near made me have a choking fit in laughter! Well done!

 

[Triskelion]

Ha, mission accomplished! Thanks Martok!

 

[martok2112]

You're quite welcome.

 

[shivkala]

Thanks for the win, Leadhead!

Spock: Okay, so we're agreed, I'll go join Kirk and the crew. No one will reveal that I'm giving the briefing or that I volunteered him until the right time. But, remember, please tag me in the pictures you upload to Instavid so I can see the look on his face.

Worf: Shut the hatch! Shut the hatch!

Security Officer: Borg drones, sir?

Worf: Worse, proselytizers!

Proselytizers: Have you found God? Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior?

Data: ...so, the producer asks him what the name of the act is and he replies, "The Aristocrats!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

Thats not mine, so I must decline the award.

 

[LeadHead]

Thats not mine, so I must decline the award.

Oh Crap! I got confused because that was the one that was when there was a photoshop posted in the TNG instead of the Movies contest!

Many Apologies and a special award for not yet declaring me an idiot goes to Armored Saint!

 

[Smellincoffee]

Thanks for the win -- Home Improvement fan revealed!

Spock: May I present, for the first time ever, "An Ode to T'Spotk'.

Worf: Ensigns! This is no time to -
Picard: Take it from a man who has been assimilated, Worf, there's no better time.

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: Hahahaha! I know right? Catch you later, buddy.

GEORDI: What's so funny?

DATA: Droid, humor. You wouldn't understand.

 

[Armored Saint]

Many Apologies and a special award for not yet declaring me an idiot goes to Armored Saint!

That makes how many Orion hookers and how much Bajoran coke?

 

[Triskelion]

My name is Spock.
Hi, Spock.
Hello, Mister Scott.