Picard: "Captain Bridger, next time we do the cadet exchange program, we'll take Lucas in place of Wesley as you suggested."
Worf: "Damned dolphin can't steer!"
TNG Caption This! 293: The Return of the Blu-Ray Images!
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Picard: "Captain Bridger, next time we do the cadet exchange program, we'll take Lucas in place of Wesley as you suggested."
Worf: "Damned dolphin can't steer!"
TFTW, Leadhead! 
With this set of captions, I bring you, Star Trek: The Dance Generation...
"Oppa, Gangnam Style"
"Hey, Macarena"
"You put your right hand in, your right hand out, in, out, in, out..."
Data never understood the concept of Musical Chairs. But judging by the number of seats, neither did the rest of the crew.
PICARD: Well, that's it gentlemen; we're ready for Britain's Got Talent.
With this set of captions, I bring you, Star Trek: The Dance Generation...
"Oppa, Gangnam Style"
"Hey, Macarena"
"You put your right hand in, your right hand out, in, out, in, out..."
Data never understood the concept of Musical Chairs. But judging by the number of seats, neither did the rest of the crew.
PICARD: Well, that's it gentlemen; we're ready for Britain's Got Talent.
Yar: Sir, please! Gangnam Style is clearly too complicated for the ship's senior officers.
Riker; "Once more, from the top- Tra-la-la-BOOM-de-ay, I'll take your PANTS away, and while you're standing there, I'll take your UNDERWEAR!"
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Fleet Admiral
Riker: Captain, look out! It's JJ Abrams!
"It's the only way I can keep the boogers from falling out."
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Fleet Admiral
Picard: "Captain Bridger, next time we do the cadet exchange program, we'll take Lucas in place of Wesley as you suggested."
Worf: "Damned dolphin can't steer!"
Data: What is a Cetacean?
Data: What is Coriander?
Data: Where is Morondava, Madagascar?
Data: What is the thirteen thousandth, five hundred twenty-first protein encoded transcript scaffold of the human genome?
Worf: I will kill him where he stands.
No, I prefer the white sun hat over the purple, Data. It is to greet the Vulcan ambassador, after all.
Riker: Three Boston Cream, two glazed....
Picard: And one with sprinkles!
Geordi: You have five left.
Riker: "Look out Captain, he is firing a energy beam from 10 metres away that is traveling at 300 kilometre per second."
Picard: "Sharp eye Number One, after a few moments of thought I believe walking over to the relative safety of this architectural feature would be wise.
Riker: "Yes sir, perhaps I'll merely lean back slightly."
Woosh, smack.
Picard: "Good think we both got out of the way of that beam traveling at the speed of light, otherwise someone might have gotten hurt."
Picard: "You're correct Mister Data, apparently I don't know where this finger's been."
Yes yes, Mister Data, I don't think now is the time to factor to the nearest decimal point.
Yes sir. I just thought you might want to know why you've had no hits on Match.com.
Worf: I do not think the Pakleds respect your Pimp hand.
Picard: We'll show Beverly who's the Queen of the Talent Show. And Vogue!
Picard: "Look sharp, Number One! They may try to ambush us!"
Riker: "Um...somethin' goin' on back here..."
Riker: This light seems to be following us!
Picard: It's angry I didn't count it!
Worf: Commander--
Riker: Not now, Worf. We're busy mocking Deanna's shoes.
