DEANNA: Come to bed, Will...
WILL: I'm coming, Deanna...but first I need to check out this "Two Girls, One Cup" thing everyone's been telling me about...
Movie Caption Contest #168: Why?
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DEANNA: Come to bed, Will...
WILL: I'm coming, Deanna...but first I need to check out this "Two Girls, One Cup" thing everyone's been telling me about...
Troi: "You can play with the computer or you can play with me-and I have nipples."
Troi: "You can play with the computer or you can play with me-and I have nipples."
Riker: "Have you seen the latest Apple mouse? It has nipples, too."
*Sirens blare as the craft smashes its way out of the lab and blasts off down the corridor, randomly shooting things*
Scentist 1: "I don't understand. The Positronic Patrol-bot was programmed by reverse-engineering prototype androids. It was designed with the loyalty programming from the B-4 model and the intelligence programming of the Lore model"
Scientist 2: "The B-4 was the one on the left, right?"
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Scientist 1: "...What have we done?!"
Riker: Now that I've married you, I can shave this thing off. No sense in having two beards.
Troi: "Will, what is it? What's troubling you? Why won't you come to bed?"
Riker: "I'm sorry, Deanna. It's just...I can't get the thought of you and Barclay together out of my head."
Troi: "But that was only his holodeck fantasy! It never really happened!"
Riker: "I know, but...just the thought of it..." *shudders*
Hours into the honeymoon, Riker realized Deanna had turned down the artifical gravity until after the wedding.
The drummer was frustrated that the kryptonite cymbals didn't make Data nauseous enough to cancel the gig. However Lt. Obama was happy he would still be able to play his Oboe, as he had be practicing all week.
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Troi: "Do you think Rat Boy's getting tired? I mean we had me and Beverley doing the boob thing last week, this week we're back here again. These images just keep cycling round."
Riker: "At least we don't have that shot of Picard and Data trying to escape the Scimitar in the shuttle."
I've been doing this too long.
Still loving it.
Deanna: Remember what happened the last time you pointed out a continuity problem in our show? We had to hire the therapist and everything...
Riker: But GOD DAMMIT IT'S DRIVING ME INSANE!
itisnotlogical: Step on it Captain, the TrekBBS Moderators are right behind us!
Picard: Dear God, what did you do!?
itisnotlogical: I said that I thought The Final Frontier was a good movie!!!
Picard: ... Get off my ship.
WILL: What's wrong?
DEANNA: A nightmare. I dreamt we were in a really awful movie from the beginning of the 21st century and you and I...
Wait...
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!
DATA: It would appear switching our Scorpion insurance to Geico made no damn difference whatsoever.
Data: This notification is directed to the owner of a class II shuttle craft - your headlights are on.
Troi: Coming to bed?
Riker: In a minute. I just have to finish this one quest, repair, put a few things on the auction house and hearth back to Dalaran. Shouldn't take long at all.
Smiling, Deanna begins to bounce up and down.
RIKER: "Is it just me, or do your boobs look bigger than they did a couple of years ago?"
Riker: "I'm sorry, what was I saying?"
Troi: "Just great, if it isn't Abrams, it's the BBS'ers adding lens flare!"
TROI: I can't sleep, Will.
J.J. keeps injecting more lens flare into our bedroom.
PICARD: I could swear Shinzon said the men's room was around this corner...SOMEWHERE...
Joe Friday: (Writing on a notepad) Reckless endangerment of human life, willful disregard of private property. Failure to signal for a-
Pep Strebeck: Yeah, He's really raking the violations isn't he?
Joe Friday: Not him, you. This is your one way ticket back to civilian life, Mister I-Like-To-Throw-The-Book-Out-The-Window-
Pep Strebeck: That's a good idea.
Pep takes Friday's notebook and tosses it out the window.
DATA: Would you care to let me pilot the craft, sir?
PICARD: No chance.
I don't get many chances to drive inside a corridor while sober!
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