TNG Caption This #130 - 'Gained in Translation'
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"I like the new sash, Lieutenant.
Less 'Jump On and Thrash with me like Molor' than the last. Nice selection."
Data: I have always had a thing for security chiefs."
Another take on my own entry...
Data: Mr. Worf, I have good news.
Worf: grumbling Let me guess, you just saved a bunch of money on your shuttle insurance by switching to GEICO.
Data: I did, Mr. Worf, but no. You are replacing me as the comic relief in the movies.
Data: Mr. Worf, I have good news.
Worf: grumbling Let me guess, you just saved a bunch of money on your shuttle insurance by switching to GEICO.
Data: I did, Mr. Worf, but no. You are replacing me as the comic relief in the movies.
WORF:"What did we discuss earlier, Commander?
PLEASE...no foreplay while eating...or in front of the others. And this violates both!"
Data: Anyone could have mistaken the airlock for the turbolift.
Worf: Is Doctor Crusher still angry?
Data: I'd give her a couple years if I were you. And your next physical, ... just grab a copy of Gray's Anatomy. It'll be less painful.
WORF:"No...I am sorry, Commander.
I'm afraid lubricating industrial polymer in an alfredo sauce isn't one of the table selections."
Ah, you've got a still from one of those retro-style "safety" films they show at Starfleet Academy! :thumbsup:
Oh yeah, this one's a classic. I can almost recite along with the narrator. "Never, ever give a Klingon the impression that you believe you can handle a blade better than he or she can, even in as innocent a matter as slicing up the ham. Chances are, it will end very badly." Poor Data.
Oh yeah, this one's a classic. I can almost recite along with the narrator. "Never, ever give a Klingon the impression that you believe you can handle a blade better than he or she can, even in as innocent a matter as slicing up the ham. Chances are, it will end very badly." Poor Data.
Worf (singing): T is for Targ, that's good enough for me!
Data: Very good, Mr. Worf. Tomorrow's meal will be brought to us by the letter G and the number 47.
"No thank you, Mister Worf. I am fine.
I do not require poorly-cooked and prepared meat that is probably tainted with Klingon microorganisms and bacterium to sustain my systems."
DATA:"It appears Geordi was correct in his observations after all.
You are a complete and utter pig."
Data: "You have been eating that e-coli garnished meat for three days straight now. Everyone else among the command staff is currently spraying fecal matter around sickbay. How do you do it?"
Worf: "Klingons have a second sphincter."
Data: "Would you like a waffer thin mint?"