Discussion in 'Star Trek: The Next Generation' started by Santa Garrus, Jun 24, 2013.
Crosby: "You had to audition for Gene in that outfit, too?"
Yar: "Those Ferengi sure are horny little devils, aren't they!"
Troi (giggles): "Yeah, but they can't run for shit! Keep moving!"
YAR: I thought Picard said he won the Academy Marathon?
TROI: He's probably just pacing himself.
YAR: By writhing on the ground in pain?
Sherlocky: She shops at Thom McAnn!
LaGoof: Astounding, Holmes!
Tasha: Doctor, will there soon be bearded clones of all of us roaming this ship?
Data: I must find if one is the loneliest number.
Data: According to the footprint within this shoe, it is a size too big for its wearer.
Quinteros: There can be no justice so long as laws are absolute -
Tasha: Great, another one.
Tasha: Did that guy just call us "Ugly Bags of Mostly Water?"
Troi: I knew I should have worn my good bra today.
MIRROR PICARD: Something's not right. I can't see any navels and everyone is way too polite.
^That's pretty damn good
Beverly: My God, Worf! It's Wesley!
Worf: Tasha, do something!
Tasha: (thinking) I wonder what I'd look like with that beard...
Geordie: (thinking) I wonder what I'd look like with that beard...
Quinteros: (thinking) There's Picard; here's my chance while everyone's distracted! Honestly, my one shot at the big time and everyone thinks I'm his stunt double! He doesn't even have a BEARD!!
Personal log: As everyone is in sickbay, I have 6 hours to pass while Beverly replicates enough bandages for the entire crew. Hmmm... What to do.... Computer, update Facebook status: 'Spot went on killing spree across whole ship LOL'
Data: Hmm... curious... this shoe... there's something... familiar...
Geordie: Never mind the shoe, Data, Pulaski's getting kidnapped! It's HILARIOUS!
Data: Yes, yes but this shoe... it almost resembles..........
Deanna: Do you think Worf has noticed the 'Kick Me' note yet?
Tasha: Nah but let's keep running just in case
Jean-Luc was having trouble getting his onesie back on and Beverly was running out of distraction techniques
Worf: (thinking) Oh no - not another dance number!
Beverly: And a one, and a two...
Sirtis: "Keep that healthy-looking bounce in your gait! Remember, we're supposed to be ultra-fit Starfleet officers! God, I need a cigarette!"
Crosby: "My legs are cramping! I feel nauseous! I think I'm gonna throw up!"
LaGoof: Computer, create an adversary capable of defeating Data.
Sherlocky: Ah the game is afoot!
Computer: <transports data into space>
LAFORGE: So....uh, do you think we'll find a naked lady at the end of this trail of clothes?
Worf: What happened?
Beverly: The Captain's vision hadn't recovered from his Borg experience. He thought I was Deanna. He screamed in horror when I... never mind
Worf: "For future reference, that door has no sound-blocking properties whatsoever."
Footage from Data's second showing of his vacation slide show pictures.
Thanks for the win!
Rick Berman: This guy doesn't look half bad. Is Sean Connery available to play Picard? We can do a time travel episode and replace him!
Data: Second Officer's Log, supplemental. I will be filing a protest with the Starfleet Affirmitive Action Office to being singled out every night to fill the night shift by myself. Just because I don't sleep doesn't mean I don't have personal needs.
Data: How did these primitive humans accomplish anything with these rudimentary tools? I need a tricorder.
Siritis: I heard they were going to kill one of us next script!
Crosby: Run! Maybe if we're not around for screening they'll just kill Wesley off!
Worf: Dictating the captain's log again, huh?
Star Trek: Drone did not fare so well in the ratings.
It's good to be the captain.
WORF: How did your performance review go?
CRUSHER: I received an "Exceeds expectations". Oh, and the Captain said cancel all his appointments for the rest of the day.
Worf: "The bad news is...most of the crew have figured out what these daily 'medical conferences' with the captain are all about. The good news is...your nickname on the ship is no longer 'The Dancing Doctor.'"
Leadhead, I love you.
Rick Berman: Jonathan, I said you could grow the beard for season two, not that you could ditch the wig and stop dying your hair.
Data: Geordi... Why are you doing a bad James Mason impression?
Geordi: It's the only British accent I can do. Yes, I know the irony of that based on my name. Moving on...
Sirtis: Last one to the finish gets the sack!
Worf: The Captain just paid you to come out of his ready room looking like you just shagged him so we'd all think he was a sexual stud rather than a neerdy virgin, didn't he?
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