Deanna: "Of course I'm not reacting....your imitation of Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop leaves a lot to be desired."
Beverly: "Hey, I didn't have an old sock handy....sue me."
TNG Caption This! 270: Hanging out in the Alpha Quadrant
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Deanna: "Of course I'm not reacting....your imitation of Shari Lewis and Lamb Chop leaves a lot to be desired."
Beverly: "Hey, I didn't have an old sock handy....sue me."
Riker (thinking): Is that a shadow on the top of his head, or is he finally growing some hair?!?
Worf: "I'll be Travolta, Geordi can be Martin Lawrence, and Data can be William H. Macy."
Riker (offscreen): "Great! I get to be Tim Allen!"
The Wild Hogs practice with their imaginary bikes.
LaForge: "What are we planting here?"
Riker: "A roddenberry bush."
LaForge: "Isn't that the one that only produces for three seasons?"
Riker: "Yeah, but after a hiatus of eighteen years the next generation produces for another seven seasons."
LaForge: "It would be interesting, Commander, to return to this world in a hundred years and learn what crop had sprung from the seed you have planted here today."
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Riker: "Where on Earth did you get that poster?!?"
Picard: "Not Earth....Vulcan. It was a gift from Ambassador Spock's half-brother's son."
LaForge: "It would be interesting, Commander, to return to this world in a hundred years and learn what crop had sprung from the seed you have planted here today."
Riker: Lets just make sure we file the proper reports about this star system to Starfleet Command, I'd hate for the planets to get mixed up.
Riker: Wow. I found a 1937-D three legged Buffalo nickel.
Geordi: Lucky, you. All I keep finding are old beer can pull-tabs and few bones and teeth that probably belong to the guy we're suppose to be looking for.
Geordi: Can you imagine the size of the butt that made this assprint?
Riker: Meh. I've seen bigger.
Georgi: It's a field of plot holes.
Riker: " 'Large streams from little fountains flow, tall oaks from little acorns grow.' "
LaForge: "Yeah, well, your undigested peanuts ain't gonna do anything but lie here and stink."
Riker: " '....and the nipple of her great cyclopean breast left an impression upon the land for all of her people down throughout the ages to gaze upon in awe and wonder.' "
LaForge: "This culture's 'one-tit-wonder' creation myth is a real gas."
Picard: *cough, cough, gag* "Numbah One, make a note in the ship's rule book. Going forward, anyone caught passing a sbd in the turbolift in the presence of the Captain will face immediate court martial."
Riker: "So what do you make of it Geordi?"
LaForge: "Looks like a hole to me."
Riker: "You really need to stop hanging out with Deanna."
Data: "I must remind you Mr Worf, with Dr Crusher away, it is your turn to tuck Wesley in and read him his 'night-night' story."
Crusher: "As I suspected."
Troi: "What is it Beverly?"
Crusher: "Space Herpes."
Riker: "You posted a "Ceiling Cat is watching you" picture on Gul Macet's Spacebook wall?!"
Picard: "Rather clever, don't you think?"
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Crusher: "As I suspected."
Troi: "What is it Beverly?"
Crusher: "Space Herpes."
Troi: "Well, at least it isn't lupus."
Picard; What do you make of this Number One.
Riker; Looks like a monitor sir, standard Starfleet issue.
Picard; <sigh> You may leave Number One.
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LaForge: " 'Making mud pies, Double-Oh Seven?' "
Riker: "Blofeld....'Diamonds Are Forever'....1971."
LaForge: "You're good."
Riker: "I know."
Now, lets get things moving again...
Picard: You're in my chair? Prepare to die. Mr Worf, Ensign Ro throw him out an airlock.
Worf: Gladly, sir.
Ro: I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Riker: What is it Geordi?
LaForge: It looks like a hole in the ground, but I'm just not sure. I wish I had a Tricorder.
Worf: How dare you dishonor me?!
Data: It appears Lore has hacked into my Facebook account again.
Crusher: Scans confirm it. It's empty.
Riker: You have a live spycam in Troi's quarters?
Picard: Indeed. She and Doctor Crusher have regular conjugal visits.
Picard: You're in my chair? Prepare to die. Mr Worf, Ensign Ro throw him out an airlock.
Worf: Gladly, sir.
Ro: I've been waiting for this for a long time.
Riker: What is it Geordi?
LaForge: It looks like a hole in the ground, but I'm just not sure. I wish I had a Tricorder.
Worf: How dare you dishonor me?!
Data: It appears Lore has hacked into my Facebook account again.
Crusher: Scans confirm it. It's empty.
Riker: You have a live spycam in Troi's quarters?
Picard: Indeed. She and Doctor Crusher have regular conjugal visits.
No Stinknut Blend in the database, sir.
Riker: Cool story, bro. When's lunch?
Geordi: These ground indentations were created by a high intensity photonic emission emitted from a hyper atomised partical emitter from a non-atmospheric vehicle from a distance of 1.452 hectormeters at an epsilon vector of 227 Oopy Doos by 252 Yo-yos.
Riker: Soooo... A fancy laser shot from a spaceship in orbit made holes in the ground. Got it.
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