Movies Caption Contest #256: What do we have here?

Bones: Ride me cowboy!

 

KIRK: Well, Lieutenant?

UHURA: I can't find my earpiece.

 

Kirk: Spock, do something about your girlfriend!

 

"Bitch, please -- your're dead; they're mine now. And it's Carlina."

 

Kirk: Uhura, do we have permission to dock at their station?

Uhura: Reply hazy, try again.

Kirk (sighs): Note in the ship's log...recommend immediate court-martial for whoever attempted to repair the communications console with a Magic 8-Ball.

 

Uhura: Thank you sugar.




Data: I am an android, so I do not see any shapes in the nebula cloud. Why sir, what do you see?

 

TFTW Leadhead!




Uhura: Sir, the 1970's are calling. They want their funk back.




Spock: It's no good Admiral, sending Khan tapes of Fantasy Island in order to demoralise him has only resulted in him sending T.J. Hooker back.




Picard: Which ship is us?

 

Data: "Confirmed captain: Wesley Crusher was beamed out into space and is dead. I have located his comm badge."

Happy Picard: "Wait -- didn't he leave Starfleet over a matter of principal to become a Travelor with extraordinary powers and the ability to help others?"

Data: "Captain, this is Nemesis -- try not too look too deep."

 

UHURA: That's a Number ten - ten piece chicken nuggets, large fries, and a large Sprite and a small cheeseburger too.



SPOCK: Ten piece chicken nuggets, large fries, large Sprite and a cheeseburger.

KIRK: A cheeseburger, on top of all that? Are they trying to have a coronary?



PICARD: This is the longest drive-thru I've ever gone to.

WORF: This restaurant is without honor.

 

Uhura: Increased Mojo levels are interfering with comms, switching to manual.
Belt buckle: Manual this!

 

Little Known Fact: By the 23rd century, regulation Starfeelt uniforms made it easy to tell who did and who did not shave down there.

 

UHURA: Security? He's telling me about "how big his belt buckle is" again. Set phasers on whup-ass.




SPOCK: Sporadic reading portside aft. Could be... <toot> Sorry. Bourbon and beans again.




PICARD: The art department's pattern indicates two-dimensional thinking.

 

Uhura: Ok....fine....it's Nyota! Would you please....just....back...away?...... NOW!




Spock: And it's Brees throwing a long bomb up the middle to Coulston! Coulston reaches.....ooohhhh.... interception... and the Falcons score a return of sixty yards stealing a touchdown from the Saints!




Picard: Dammit, Mr. Data! I told you, the ship piece has to be in the middle of a square....not between squares! Battleship is a simple game, really! Now.... B-4!

Data: Too soon, Captain.

 

Uhura: "Continuing course toward the sun. Passing Earth orbit. Now approaching penis...Venus!"

 

Data: We are approaching the cloud known as Redjac, captain.
Picard: Raise shields.
Data: They are not known to be effective, captain. However, we are in no danger. The cloud imperils only young virgins.
Picard: My god, Geordi! We need to get him out --
Data: -- female virgins.

 

Beverly: "My God, Wesley!"

 

Riker: Don't worry, sir. I've immunized the ship.

 

Spock: Sensors are detecting copious amounts of proteolytic enzymes and acid phosphatase. Fascinating....
Kirk: See Spock? Don't you feel better having your Bolian porn addiction out in the open?

 

Picard: Mr. Data, do you know if we are nearing the end of the contest at all?

 

Uhura: ``Admiral ... there be whales moving in from camera left!''




Spock: ``I'll save the ship in a second, I just have to update my Facebook status to 'radiation-poisoned'.''




Picard: ``Ambush Ravine Pass, it's called?''