TNG Caption This #200: 200th Contest Extravaganza!
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Red Skirt: The viewers can't possibly be so unforgiving as to remember this moment, right...?
Data: Why have you baked me a cake, despite the fact that I have stabbed you? This goes against everything I know about human behavior.
Troi: The writers decided that there wasn't enough nonsense in this episode. It wasn't my idea.
Despite the fact that Picard was quite a stud during his academy days, this was, by far, the most awkward morning-after-threesome conversation he's ever been involved in. However, he couldn't quite stop his mind from drifting to the night before anyway.
Lwaxana, creeper voice: I'm heeeere, little one.
Deanna, thinking subtly: Oh the dieties no...
Dathon: Christina Aguilera... at Super Bowl 2011.
Picard: Shaka... when the walls fell.
Worf: You have GOT to be kidding me.
Kurn: *snap* Oh no he di'int!
Lwaxana: "In ten years your boobs are gonna sag. That chocolate doen't seem so important nokw, does it?"
Lwana Troi: Weight Lose Professional
Kurn: "This is a glorious day for the sons of Mogh, Worf! Two brothers have never displayed such courage and honor since Hoss and Little Joe took on that railroad robber baron!"
Data: "What is that?"
Troi: "It's the 200th TNG Caption This contest and the party's going to start soon. I sensed I should bake a cake."
Data: "Since I am an android, I do not eat cake."
Worf: "You wouldn't have some extra wrapping paper, would you? To show up at the party with an unwrapped gift would be without honor."
Picard: "Would you get to the point? I have a party to go to."
Woman on left: "Um, sir..."
Man: "Don't bother me now. I threw on the first thing I grabbed from my closet and I'm late for the party any way."
Picard: "Well, I don't care for this balloon, but otherwise they did a good job."
Troi: "Mother, don't be a wet blanket. I know you don't like parties, but you could at least smile for the camera."
Picard: "Glad you could both attend. However, I didn't realize < cough > you two knew each other."
Data: "I'd like to try some cake after all."
Troi: "Sorry. All gone. Party's over. You'll have to wait for the 300th TNG Caption This."
This one is from Rat Boy:
Klingon: "Captain, they are completely out of curly fries!"
Kurn: "I guess we'll have to go with the jalapeno poppers instead."
Klingon: "Sir, Engineering is still fixing things from the last time we ordered those..."
Troi: "This is my first time with spotted dick-what do you think?"
Data: "I'm sorry, Counselor, I have no frame of reference. My dick is striped."
Thanks for the win!!!! 
Man - You know this dress is quiet comfortable. I like a good breeze around my grapefruits...
Woman - You know it is possible to share too much!!
Troi - Oh Data you shouldn't have.
Data - Well I that case I would like it back.
Troi - No....
Data - Make your mind up you ungrateful Shrew!
Picard (Thinking) - Nothing can come from these two being in the same room. Unless......
Picard (Speaking) - Erm Beverley.....
Crusher - Don't even think it.....
Riker - OK Captian I am sorry I was joking the light from the viewscreen is not relecting off your head.
Picard - You promise your not lying?
Riker - Yes I promise..
Wesley (OS) - Sir you have your fingers crossed.
Riker - Shut up Wesley!!
Picard - I'll be in my ready room *SOB*
Deanna - How long are you staying Mother?
Troi - A week...
Deanna - How lovely. A week isn't long...
Troi - Yep just here long enough to tell Jean-Luc that I am pregnant with his child...
OK I had a go of the 'Class Picture'. I just hope I understood the concept. lol
Picard - What is this Data.
Data - My lastest painting. I had a dream which confused me.
Picard - Seems so Mr Data, could we now please get back to the task at hand...
Data - Task? Sir?
Picard - Stopping Soran and saving Geordie..
Data - Oh that. Yes sir.
Man - You know this dress is quiet comfortable. I like a good breeze around my grapefruits...
Woman - You know it is possible to share too much!!
Troi - Oh Data you shouldn't have.
Data - Well I that case I would like it back.
Troi - No....
Data - Make your mind up you ungrateful Shrew!
Picard (Thinking) - Nothing can come from these two being in the same room. Unless......
Picard (Speaking) - Erm Beverley.....
Crusher - Don't even think it.....
Riker - OK Captian I am sorry I was joking the light from the viewscreen is not relecting off your head.
Picard - You promise your not lying?
Riker - Yes I promise..
Wesley (OS) - Sir you have your fingers crossed.
Riker - Shut up Wesley!!
Picard - I'll be in my ready room *SOB*
Deanna - How long are you staying Mother?
Troi - A week...
Deanna - How lovely. A week isn't long...
Troi - Yep just here long enough to tell Jean-Luc that I am pregnant with his child...
OK I had a go of the 'Class Picture'. I just hope I understood the concept. lol
Picard - What is this Data.
Data - My lastest painting. I had a dream which confused me.
Picard - Seems so Mr Data, could we now please get back to the task at hand...
Data - Task? Sir?
Picard - Stopping Soran and saving Geordie..
Data - Oh that. Yes sir.
Crusher: "I should be angry at Jean Luc's clumsy attempt to lure us into a threesome, but it turns out you are an extraordinarily fascinating woman, Vash!"
Vash: "I feel the same about you, Beverly! In fact, I don't think we need Jean Luc at all!"
Crusher: "I couldn't agree more!"
Picard (thinking): "Merde..."
OK I had a go of the 'Class Picture'. I just hope I understood the concept. lol
Picard - What is this Data.
Data - My lastest painting. I had a dream which confused me.
Picard - Seems so Mr Data, could we now please get back to the task at hand...
Data - Task? Sir?
Picard - Stopping Soran and saving Geordie..
Data - Oh that. Yes sir.
You understand the concept Perfectly!
Picard: "Computer freeze programme. Augment breast size, Crusher character, larger. Little larger. Little bit larger... Larger..."
Troi: "What's this?"
Data: "Commander Riker says you will never be able to decently pilot the Enterprise, even if you get assistance handed to you on a silver platter."
Troi: "Huh?"
Data: "So I'm testing that assertion by giving you The Idiot's Guide to Piloting a Starship on the aforementioned silver platter."
Troi: "I sense that both you and Commander Riker will be sleeping alone tonight."
In the dark days after the Fashion Police were given the right to kill, these condemned go to their end with dignity their clothing lacks.
Picard: I figured you wouldn't mind if I invited her to our usual morning chat.
Crusher: ...and they let you get involved with diplomacy?
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