Caption Contest 49: A New Beginning
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ARCHER: Funny how much scraping the hull sound like passing gas.
TRAVIS: At least when you beam them back its a smaller payload.
T'POL: Vulcans do not shake hands.
TRIP: Right, handshake. Exactly what I was about to do.
ARCHER: My wallet!
TRANSPORTER CHIEF BENDER ( OC): heh heh heh.
Sam's quantum leap was a little bit rougher then he had expected.
You put your right hand in and you shake it all about..
Trip: "I'd like to take this hand, here, and rub it all over your body. Do ya mind?"
T'Pol: "That depends-do you have coconut oil?"
Archer: "It's funny how much torpedoing a Klingon ship sounds like passing gas."
"You ever been in a cockpit before?"
"No sir, I've never been up in a plane before."
"You ever seen a grown man naked?"
TRIP: About 150 years ago on Earth they called it "Stink Palming."
"Hey, Mr. Svenning...how're you doing?"
T'POL: I don't understand.
TRIP: Oh.
You WILL.
Trust me.
Ziggy says there's an 84.2% chance that this series will end before its seventh season. I'm having Al run backup studies just to be sure.
Travis: You'd better tell the Captain we've got to get the transporter working as soon as we can. This box has to be gotten to a hospital.
Reed: A hospital? What is it?
Travis: It's a big building with patients, but that's not important right now.
Archer: why are my hands in places where my nipples should be?
Travis: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What the hell are we doing, Malcolm? We've just spent three hours fruitlessly trying to jimmy the lock on her footlocker, and now we're trying to beam the contents out of it. Are we really this desperate to rifle through T'Pol's underwear?"
T'Pol (suspiciously): "Put what there, 'pal'?"
Travis: "Wait a minute! Wait a minute! What the hell are we doing, Malcolm? We've just spent three hours fruitlessly trying to jimmy the lock on her footlocker, and now we're trying to beam the contents out of it. Are we really this desperate to rifle through T'Pol's underwear?"
Malcolm: Yes. Now shut up and help me.
Sam: Come on, Al, surely I've done enough to get Archer to be an Admiral! I haven't leaped in 3 years!
Al: Eeeeeeeeeh not quite, Sam...
Trip: Who ya talkin ta cap'n?
T'Pol: "Nor may you caress my boobies."
T'POL: Vulcans do not shake hands.
TRIP: Right, handshake. Exactly what I was about to do.
Trip: "With my thumb held like this, I was actual going for something lower."
Trip decided to replace "Movie Night" with "Gong Show Night."
Archer (singing): "Feelings . . . nothing more than Feelings . . . "
GONG
Archer: "The breasts! They're gone!"
Trip (OS): "That's right, Captain! I've corrected the transporter malfunction! You and T'Pol are your old selves again! That is what you ordered, wasn't it?"
Archer: "Well, yeah...but I never said I was in any big hurry!"
MY SUPERFLUOUS NIPPLE!!!
It didn't survive the beam-in!!!
(*Cries*)
Travis: "We may have a problem,sir."
Malcolm: "What is this, Mr. Mayweather? I was supposed to meet the Vulcan delegation here."
Travis: "Oh, they're here, sir. It's just that when I beamed them and their luggage in I set the priority protocols for cargo. That means everything appears inside a container."
Malcolm: "This is a very small container, Ensign."
Travis: "Yes, sir. Try not to get anything on your boots."
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