TNG Caption This #160 - "With Intent to Supply"
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Picard: "Mr. Data ... the right one goes on your head, and the left one on your stomach, otherwise it's not impressive."
Data: "Thank you, sir. I will strive to not err in this way when in htem idst of a battle."
Picard: "Gee, thanks. That bad thought hadn't occured to me."
Picard: I see Dr. Soong neglected to install your hand-jive chip.
Picard: I cannot allow this experiment to commence, Mr Data. No one in history has ever accomplished five yo-yo's off one hand. It's just too dangerous. I cannot allow it!
Data: But sir. Five. Five.
Picard: "Are you certain Mr Data?"
Data: "Yes sir. I would swear on a stack of Bibles. The transmission said 'five dollar foot longs."
Picard: "In that case,*chirp* Mr Crusher, set course for the nearest Subway and engage. *chirp* Data, I haven't had a Cold Cut Combo in ages."
This was why playing Charades with Data always sucked and went nowhere.
The word? BALL.
"Think our Starfleet replicators are amazing?
Wait until you see our transporter-based toilets!"
Picard: Really, Mr. Data, I'm far too busy to play "green light, yellow light, red light".
Riker: "Trimmed just like the ladies like it"
Data could not understand the concept of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors"
Data: And this is where you say "Breakdown! Hammer Time".
Picard: I'll never understand Vulcan protocol.
Data could not understand the concept of 'Rock, Paper, Scissors"
Or is that Rock, Paper, Scissors, Lizard, Spock?
"See, sir?
This is how you pleasure the one-dimensional women of Flattus XI."
Riker's first career choice: motivational speaker.
Riker: Red brings out the eyes. Pink? Not so much. Pretty ugly, actually. And why do you wear your hair like that? Honestly, who wears their hair like that? Is this helping at all? Aww, tears of joy. My job is done.
Data: No Mr. Dawson, I will not kiss you. ... No, no reacharounds either.