TNG Caption This #212: Special Occaisons

[Nerys Myk]

WORF: Totally kicked his plastic.

PICARD: You still loose, Worf.

WORF: How so?

PICARD: You win: you've beaten a doll. You loose: You got beaten by a doll.

 

[Mistral]

Thanks for the win!-Mistral

Picard: "For a child, you are terrible at this 'Hide and Seek' game!"

 

[Isis]

Even in the 24th Century, some couldn't resist the temptation to be backseat drivers.

 

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: Trying jiggling it a little.

PICARD: Give it a good wack.

DATA: I do not believe either suggestiom will improve this consol's performance.

 

[Herkimer Jitty]

RIKER: Trying jiggling it a little.

PICARD: Give it a good wack.

DATA: I do not believe either suggestiom will improve this consol's performance.

RIKER: "I was talking about your wang, Data."

DATA: "Ah. A superlative suggestion."

 

[Isis]

MS Word was as frustrating in the 24th Century as it had been in the 21st Century.

 

[Herkimer Jitty]

Riker: "Mr. Data, any ideas about what could have caused the systems crash?"

Data: "There appears to be a paper jam in Tray 3."

 

[Vassa]

Riker: "Mr. Data, any ideas about what could have caused the systems crash?"

Data: "There appears to be a paper jam in Tray 3."

 

[Distorted Humor]

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Data: It appears the ferengi are insisting that we pay a "Power bill"

Riker: "What is that?"

Picard: "Doesn't matter, no money, tell them the check in the mail!"

Worf: Damn, he divided by Zero

Picard: "And you thought people would remember you as the kid in Stand by me, but NO, you will always be that annoying twit Wesley Crusher, what, did you come here to save the day from the stupid adults?"

Picard: To Hell with diplomacy, tell the Tekalads they can suck it and fire a torpedo spread, full yield. Let them think on THAT.

Data: "Suck it?"

Everyone: Not now Data

Data: Wow Dr. Pulaski, a card to be redeemed at the replicator for a toaster, is this your attempt at humor, even I know its not funny.

Dr. Pulaski: Whatever Da-ta.

 

[Smellincoffee]

Picard: In this sector, you gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money ,you get the power. Then when you get the power, THEN you get the woman. That's why you gotta make your own moves.
Vash, OS: Are you coming, Johnny?
Picard: If you'll excuse me --

 

[T'Girl]

Picard: Very well, we've established that lowering the light levels when Red Alert is called is a bad idea.

I could fix those low light levels ... but I won't.

 

[LeadHead]

Data: No, I do not know why the lights aren't working. Any chance you two could get out of my hair?

Picard: Worf! Why did you turn him off?

Worf: He was singing Gilbert and Sullivan again. A British Tar is an unconscious android.

Picard: Okay, I've changed my mind. We're installing the child locks on the Turbolifts.

Worf: Okay, I get it. You all have chairs and I don't. You don't have to rub it in by sitting on control consoles!

Data: "I'm really not Fully Functional. The Unauthorized Biography of Data by Lieutenant Commander Maddox."

 

[Alrik]

Riker: "The Four of Clubs can go to the Five of Hearts."

Picard: "Yes, and the Queen of Diamonds can go to the King of Spades."

Data: "Sirs, I believe it is call Solitare for a reason."

Picard: "What the devil?"

Worf: "Commander Riker did his Pinocchio joke again."

Picard: "For the love of...just click him back on, we have work to do."

Picard: "It is a practice known as 'chillin'. You really should try it Worf."

Data: "A Chinese Finger Puzzle. Doctor, I don't know what to say."

 

[Isis]

Data (to self): "I finally figured out who Picard looks like. That actor fellow. What is his name? Oh yes, Ben Kingsley."

Picard: "We're about to embark on one of our most serious missions ever."

Riker: "And can you let us know what that is now?"

Picard: "Yes, but you cannot breathe a word to a soul. We're going back to Earth. We need to make sure Kirstie Alley wins 'Dancing With the Stars.'"

Picard decided maybe it hadn't been such a good idea to let Data experience a garage sale.

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: I wish there was someplace where we could have these conversations in private.

 

[Honorable Ensign]

Riker: "Well, at least my biceps are still bigger than Data's."

Data: "I must confess that my pregnancy was just a ruse to get baby shower gifts. It has worked splendidly."

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: Another copy of Pinnochio. You people are hilarious. (rolls eyes)

 

[LeadHead]

All done here, Right this way please...