TNG Caption This! 287: More Blu-Ray!

[Triskelion]

Doctor Crusher: And now, Deanna and I will demonstrate paired stretches.
<Geordi's visor clicks off>

Space Ant: "Puny humans, behold our galaxy-class magnifying glass!"

Picard: Mr Worf erased his history, but neglected to delete his cache. I typed in "Qo'noS Course" and it took me to "Qo'noS Intercourse. Look, with pictures."

Troi: Captain.

Troi: Captain.

Troi: Captain.

Picard: You are all dismissed.

 

[Gil T.Azell]

Geordi; Screams in terror, as the Centuries old video of the Kardashian Sex tape suddenly appears in his Visor, then realizes it was one of Cmdr. Riker's Halloween pranks.

 

[Mistral]

Yar: "Instead of just staring at me, could someone please close the blinds!"

 

[Mistral]

LaForge: "Commander, I sense a great disturbance in the force!"

 

[Mistral]

Picard: Why on Earth did Ambassador Sarek tell me to sod off before cutting off communications?

Data: It is your Vulcan salute Sir, it needs work.

Picard: "This isn't a Vulcan salute-its a Romulan hand gesture meaning 'Hang on a second'. What a moron."

 

[Finn]

Data: Docking clamps engaged. The Starbase teams are boarding....the operations commander is asking if you have additional requests, sir.

Picard: (nods) Yes, Data. Ask them to install little tractor beam emitters that will tug down my uniform shirt when I'm in my chair.

 

[Isis]

LeadHead and fellow judges, thanks for the win.

Picard (to self): "Merde. I knew I should have read the full instructions for the 'disappearing android' trick. Unfortunately, 'reappear' is proving to be a bit more challenging than 'disappear.'"

 

[Isis]

Picard: "Worf, get housekeeping in here immediately! I keep telling them only Windex will do, and they keep insisting on the bargain brand."

Riker: "Wesley, no more tampering with our holodeck programs. OK, this musician who's 'so good, he can play the piece in his sleep' is mildly amusing, but that singer who could 'even sing the phonebook' was just a waste of everyone's time."

 

[Isis]

LaForge: "Sir, the situation is urgent. You need to give your orders immediately."

Riker: "Not possible. I haven't held this pose long enough."

 

[Isis]

Data (to self): "That Picard guy never shuts up. Maybe I should apply for that crash test dummy position at Starfleet Headquarters."

Picard: "Great idea to order out, Numbah One. The BLT on toast looks good. Put me down for two, light on the mayo."

 

[LeadHead]

New contest will be started either late tonight or tomorrow morning!

 

[ThankQ]

"Mr. Data, if I can sit through fifty of your damn recitals, you can watch for five fucking minutes while I do shadow puppets on my chest!"

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Ah, my mental powers have put Data to sleep!

DATA: Actually it was your droning speech patterns.

 

[Triskelion]

Picard: Data, please demonstrate an Earth greeting.

Data: Hello, how are you, sir?

Picard: Now demonstrate a human greeting on the Boulevard of Clichy in Pigalle, Paris. Subquery: Prostitute pick ups.

Data: Sir.

Picard: That's an order, Commander.

Data: Kā jums, ko jūs darāt uz sestdiena?

Picard: What was that?

Data: Latvian.

Picard (muttering): Connard.

 

[LeadHead]

New Contest is up!

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

New Contest is up!

Gotcha covered. Working late in New Jersey tonight.