Discussion in 'Star Trek: Enterprise' started by Nebusj, Aug 28, 2017.
"Hey Archer, have you peed on my shirt yet?...Archer!?"
Alien Dude: Am I mistaken or is there something wrong with you?
Trip: "and then...?"
Archer: "then he made me watch Karategirl from1974, the whole thing!!"
"Do you like my chin tattoo, Captain? I got it back in college. Like the venereal disease I just gave your chief engineer."
"In the future goatees are considered ugly and unsightful."
Archer: "That's actually worse."
"Help! I ripped my short off in battle and went too far! I've Kirk-ed too much!"
When your Montclair Moment goes too far.
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Photographer: Okay, give me that "the sand is burning me" look. <snap> Oh yeah, work it! <snap> That's good. <snap> Keep it up!
Archer: Okay, we're going to head for those hills in the distance. There will be shelter. Once we get there we will encase the water in an impenetrable energy field and create a special code that, if solved, will allow access to the water.
Tucker: Why are we going to do that?
Archer: Oh, I don't know. Give someone in the future something to do.
"I've fallen and I can't get up!"
"Come here.. Lets head for those hills and ponder about that special code..."
"but i cant think of any special coooodes!! Wææææhæææ!!"
"Help! The 'Sub Rosa' space ghost is violating me!!!"
Alien: <offscreen> Let's all square dance! Places all... Bow to your corner, bow to your own. Two hands up and round you go. Break it up with a dosey-do. Chicken in the bread pan kicking out dough, skip to ma lou my darlin'.
T'Pol (os): Commander, first your shirt was chafing and now you say your pants are as well? Might I suggest requisitioning larger sizes.
Archer: (os) Shut up, T'Pol! Trip, do whatever makes you more comfortable.
Archer: "That's it. Let it out! If you hold in a fart on a planet with higher-than-normal gravity you're gonna blow out your sphincter muscle!"
Trip: We're trapped and dyin',but at least nobody has posted a "Where will you be when your diarrhea comes back"
"Okay, we've flown to another continent, crossed a desert and have no tracking devices on us. Do you think we've finally gotten away from Harvey Weinstein? Oh, shit -- T'Pol!"
Alien Dude: Captain, is there something on my chin?
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