caption contest 41: ur the wind beneath my nacelle caps
- Thread starter Triskelion
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Wow. I'm speechless about my win.
There must've been a dozen better entries than my poking fun at fellow fanboys (& gals)! Cheers all the same.
I'd best get my thinking cap on for these latest screencaps...
Well I picked your cap the same way I always pick the winners - what the screen is on after my cat runs across the keyboard!
Seriously, you earned it fair and square ChristopherPike!
Funny stuff!
With the Vulcan High Command Administrator demanding to be placed on viewer, Archer was beginning to really regret the decision to have T'Pol stuffed and mounted on the bridge.
Archer: Oowwww! Heyyyyy!
T'Pol: That's right, Travis. Act like a bitch? You gonna get slapped.
Ha ha, some putz left his can of ball sanitizer on my tray.
T'POL:"You must pardon the Captain, Mr. Tucker.
He is trying to find Waldo on the status readout."
"Damn Nokia.
Their frickin' phones NEVER get a signal this far out."
ARCHER:"If there's a KICK ME sign on my back...one of you is dead."
T'POL:"No, Captain. No sign. But there IS a lack of a spine during emergency scenarios if you must ask."
T'Pol: I am sorry Captain. I've honestly never seen one that small, even by human standards."
Archer: "<Sniff-sniff> Yes, but did you have to point at it and laugh?"
T'Pol: "It WAS a normal reaction Captain."
Archer: "Was hitting the intraship comm and announcing "The Captain's Log is more like the Captain's Dingy" also a normal reaction, sub-commander?"
T'Pol: "Yes, I believe it was.... Tiny."
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T'POL:"Mister Reed...please inform Chef the captain will not be attending the senior staff dinner this evening at 1800 hours.
He is...busy.
Trying to find the 3-D sailboat in the readout."
Archer: This Ships got a really small Main Viewer.
T'Pol: The main Viewer is on the wall behind you Captain.
Archer: Attention crew, would the person who shaved off T'Pol's eye brows and drew them back on badly with a magic marker please come to the bridge.
T'Pol, thinking: I wish he would fondle my "box" like that.
Trip: I'm going to show her how romatic I can be when I use this Wacky Watermelon Mr. Bubble in our bath tonight.
T'Pol: I am sorry to inform you Captain, but toilet tissue on a shaving cut is not aesthetically pleasing.
T'Pol: (Thinking) The scuttlebutt on the ship is that no-one can handle his tools like Commander Tucker - I might have to investigate this more closely ...
Trip: (Thinking) Don't know what the hell this does, maybe Rostov will know
T'Pol: Captain, I believe it is against regulations to use your penis to operate the ship's consoles.
Trip: (reading bottle) "Tiberius for men. One splash is guaranteed to drive that special Vulcan in your life wild."
T'POL: " Captain though I'm Impressed Please , put that thing away!"
Tucker: "MD 20/20? the best panty remover ever"
T'POL:"The Captain is urinating, Mr. Mayweather.
Please...give him privacy."
Sam Beckett: (hand covering his mouth, to disguise his lip movements) "Why haven't I leaped yet?"
Al: "According to Ziggy, there's a 92% chance you're here to save this show..."
(starts having trouble with the handset)
Director: (loud voice off camera) "CUT!"
Al: (shrugging) "...well, for another 12 episodes at least!
Uh-oh.
That guy with the megaphone looks really pissed at you, Sam."
Director: "Scott? Hey Scott?
What the fuck is he playing at...?!?"
Jolene: "He seems to be talking to a blank monitor screen... again."
Al: (finally noticing her) "Hell-low...
...and who's that chick in red?"
Emerging from inside the wall, we realise he's not on the screen at all!
"Wowie, wowie wow-wow-wow! Reminds me of that hot summer night back in Reno, that hottie who owned two badly parked Volkswagens...
...particularly from this angle!"
Sam: (face palm) "Oooooooh... boy."
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``T'Pol! The experiment worked! You're completely invisible!''
``I'm standing behind you, Captain, again.''
``If I act like I'm studying the magnetic recalibrator readout panel T'Pol will never know I was just playing `light saber'.''
``Commander? What is that `whommm-whommm-whewmmm' noise?''
``Blast it!''
ARCHER:"Can I look yet? Where's my present?"
T'POL:"Patience, Jonathan. THIS is why last year's birthday party was a disaster."
TRIP:"Cologne? What...you tryin' to tell me I stink?"
T'POL:"Stink is harsh. More...pungent with male pubic aromas."