Dorn: "What can I say....'Fisherman Worf' needs a yacht!"
Stewart: "Surely you, of all this crew, will not hold back."
TNG Caption This! 266: The Cliffhanger...
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Dorn: "What can I say....'Fisherman Worf' needs a yacht!"
Stewart: "Surely you, of all this crew, will not hold back."
Data: "As you can see, I was finally able to discover
what caused Martok to lose his eye."
Picard: "Excellent research, Mister Data!"
Riker: "How about that spot over there for a lunch break?"
Data: "Readings indicate that this whole area has a high sodium content. Our new Snoopy lunchboxes will start rapidly oxidizing."
Worf: "Starfleet's new choice for an away team meal kit is not honorable!"
La Forge: "Screw the lunchboxes....does anyone have an extra peanut butter and jelly sandwich they don't want?"
Shelby: "I don't think this thing is tracking correctly! He's not on the bridge; he's not in his quarters... Where could the old, bald fart be?"
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Riker: "So, when do I get to take your GT500 for a spin?"
Shelby: "Never."
Shelby: "We have to be very careful....Big Brother is always watching us."
Picard: "Yes, he's always watching me, too."
Shelby: "OWWW!!! What did you do to these lift doors, you bastard?!?"
Riker: "I don't get mad....I get even."
Thanks for the win the week before last. 
Data: We have now arrived at the coordinates you provided, Captain.
Picard: Geez, Data, I said the Paulson Nebula - not the party nebula.
Shelby: If he says one word about the split seam in my uniform, I'm gonna kick him in the junk.
Riker: God, I wish she would kick my junk...
Worf: I wonder if she's any good at kicking junk...
Laforge: Yes! Yes!!
Shelby: What's going on? I can't see!
Data: This player is making a most absurd attempt at reaching the goal line.
Wesley: DAMMIT KINGS!!!
Picard: God, I hate it when hockey season starts. Nothing's going to get done around here for the next six months.
Data: We have now arrived at the coordinates you provided, Captain.
Picard: Geez, Data, I said the Paulson Nebula - not the party nebula.
Shelby: If he says one word about the split seam in my uniform, I'm gonna kick him in the junk.
Riker: God, I wish she would kick my junk...
Worf: I wonder if she's any good at kicking junk...
Laforge: Yes! Yes!!
Shelby: What's going on? I can't see!
Data: This player is making a most absurd attempt at reaching the goal line.
Wesley: DAMMIT KINGS!!!
Picard: God, I hate it when hockey season starts. Nothing's going to get done around here for the next six months.
Riker: "Where are we going?"
Shelby: "You and I are going to have sex so we can relieve this tension between us."
Riker: "Sex?! But...this is Berman-era Star Trek."
Shelby: (snort) "Fine, we don't have to do it on-screen, you big baby."
Data: "Sensors confirm it, sir. An additional thirteen people have been taken within the past six hours."
Picard: "And you say they've all been pulled into the nebula?"
Data: "Yes, sir. The nebula appears to be...eating them!"
Shelby: When the Admiral sold the job to me by saying the first officer of the flagship always makes it big I didn't think he meant quite so literally.
Riker: "Which way, Data?"
Data: "Uncertain Sir. It appears that Google Maps has froze up again."
Picard: "What is it Mr Data?"
Data: "It is.....purple."
Riker: "I hate to see you go Commander, but I love to watch you leave."
Worf: "Smooth. Real smooth."
Hansen: "So tell me Wil, how is Shelby? Between the sheets that is. Heh, heh, heh."
Riker: "You do understand that we are no longer on a secure channel and that this is an open link to the conference room, right?"
Worf: "Ackward."
Picard: "I guess we now have the answer to the question, 'how many engineers does it take to change a light bulb'."
Shelby(thinking):"Grow some balls, Riker!", naw too sexist. "Your record never indicated you were a candyass!", nope too confrontational.
I know! "If you can't make the big decisions, Commander, I suggest you make room for someone who can." Bingo!
Data: "Readings indicate there have already been too many away missions on this planet."
Riker: "Damn--what does a person have to do around here to get a decent episode?"
Picard: "Don't you know how to use a GPS, Mr. Data? We should have made a left toin at Albuquoique."
Riker: "You won't be sorry, Shelby. My lovemaking is so much better than Worf's, there's no comparison..." <brief pause> "He's right behind me, isn't he?"
Hansen: "I'm warning you. I WILL get to the bottom of this. The very fate of the Federation hangs on our finding out who put the tribbles in the quadrotriticale."
Picard: "But Kirk and his crew solved that one a hundred some odd years ago."
Hansen: "Whoops."
Picard (to self): "Something on this ship is glaringly wrong. The crew is totally ignoring my awesomeness."
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