Beverly: Jean-Luc, you've got to stop making speeches over the intercom. These are the latest three crew casualties.
TNG Caption This! 325: To Glory
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Beverly: Jean-Luc, you've got to stop making speeches over the intercom. These are the latest three crew casualties.
Claire Raymond (dreaming): I wonder who won the World Series this year.
Ralph Offenhouse (dreaming): I had a thousand dollars bet on the Yankees.
Sonny Clemonds (dreaming): Hey wait a minute, how come we can hear each others' dreams?
RIKER: Dreams of electric sheep are one thing; erotic dreams of electric sheep and acting them out while sleeping, that's quite another. Remove him from the bridge.
Picard: Look at these people, so relaxed, peaceful, free of worry and concern.
Crusher: That's what happens when you get a massage from Nurse Ogawa.
PICARD: Book me in for 9pm.
Wesley: Awk-ward.
RIKER: Dreams of electric sheep are one thing; erotic dreams of electric sheep and acting them out while sleeping, that's quite another. Remove him from the bridge.
Classic!
Wesley: (OS) "He really can't hold his Liquor can he?"
Worf & Riker: "No; and Shut Up!"
Crusher: "No, Captain. they were 20 century Adult film stars what ever that was?"
Picard: "You don't want to know Bererly"
Riker: Thank goodness, we were all starting to suffer from android sickness.
Worf: Not me, I'm just a carrier.
Picard: Kirk had the same problem.
Crusher: With awakening people from suspended animation?
Picard: No, with crap key lighting.
``Wesley, we do have time for me to run back up to the bridge and turn before the ship collides with Mars, right?'
``Huh? What? Yeah, plenty of time. Hey, did you feel a bump?''
``Worf, you, you are the greatest. You and Riker. You and Riker, you are real friends, you are the people life is all about. You and me, we are buddies forever, that is all.''
``What genius got us an android who's a melancholy drunk?''
``Deanna, not during our duty shift --- er --- oh, dear.''
An awestruck Wesley stood there for over four hours before realizing he was fooled by the Picard Mannequin decoy again.
``So, we got a subspace request from Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers ... ''
Slowest chess game...ever. Even Picard's removal of their chairs didn't speed things up.
Worf (to self): "Android supposedly got the highest portability rating, but next time I'll go with an iPhone."
When there was a hotel room shortage in the sector, Beverly thought she'd make a little extra pocket money.
Crusher: "I should have 'left them dead on the satellite'? You know something, Jean Luc? Your Prime Directive fetish is turning you into a real asshole."
Data: I calculate your odds of winning this game at 0.000042 percent, Wesley.
Wesley: Why those odds?
Data: That is the chance of my systems spontaneously failing at any given time.
Riker: That's not what I meant when I said get Data...
Worf: Then say what you mean next time or ask Troi, she's the one that can read minds!
Riker: Ugh! Now I know why Picard sent "me" to entertain the Selay delegation!
Wesley(thinking): If I stand still, maybe he won't see me.
Picard(thinking): If I keep walking really fast, maybe he won't bug me.
Crusher: I revived them.
Picard: What?!
Crusher: Should I have let them die?
Picard: Most certainly. A druggie, a capitalist and a housewife? The scum of humanity!
PICARD: I can still see you Mr. Crusher.
I'm guessing it wasn't intentional, but that reminds me of how the Traveller shimmered in that episode early on.
Crusher: I've got their records for your log entry. We have a young mother, an alcoholic honky tonk singer, and a business executive.
Picard: A tush, a lush and a douche. Got it.
Crusher: I've got their records for your log entry. We have a young mother, an alcoholic honky tonk singer, and a business executive.
Picard: Computer, we got a baby doll doin' a pub crawl on a conference call. Send the bullfrog to the synagogue.
Crusher: I've got their records for your log entry. We have a young mother, an alcoholic honky tonk singer, and a business executive.
Picard: Computer, we got a baby doll doin' a pub crawl on a conference call. Send the bullfrog to the synagogue.
Crusher: "Interesting... Could you explain what a low mileage pit woofie is? The singer asked for one when he first woke up, and the computer has no reference in its database?"
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^LOL
Picard: You said there would be tea.
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