TNG Caption This! 330: Goldshirts Appreciation

I can't believe I didn't think of that one!

 

DATA: I wonder what Mr. Worf is thinking about.

GEORDIE: Probably battle tactics. Klingon honor. Or the many ways to kill someone.

WORF: (thinking): Stars are pretty.



GEORDIE: Whoa! Did you graduate from the Janice Rand School of Transporter Operation?

 

Obviously, I have to respond to this!



Shorter Goldshirt: Inflatabledalek is in there, Sir.

Taller Goldshirt: Lemme at him!

Worf: No, put your phasers away. LeadHead wants for it to look like an accident.

 

WORF: Data! Data? Damn it, he ran out of battery again.
GEORDI: *sigh* I'll get the cord.



GEORDI: You better shape up Mr O'Brien, or I'll have you transferred to an obscure station in the middle of nowhere!



LIEUTENANT: Security to Bridge, the ambassador's daughter is safely aboard.
WORF: I believe it's your turn to warn her about Commander Riker.
LIEUTENANT: Aww, not again!



GEORDI: I told you you'd shoot your eye out.



GEORDI: Uh oh. He's having his brooding time.
DATA: I will go interrupt him. I find it intriguing when he growls at people.

 

O'brien: More Security!!!

 

WORF: Rickey, take the corridor to the right. Dickey and I will take the left one.

RICKEY: Come on, you know that means I'll be attacked or killed!!!!

 

Worf: I cannot believe we are firing golf balls at that Romulan warbird.
Geordi: Well you're the one who lost the "Reorder Torpedo" index card.
Data: Compensate for that ion eddie three degrees to starboard.
Worf: You will shank it!




Geordi: Chief, did you know Commander Riker was two dwarves in a pantomime suit?
O'Brien: No, sir. No I did not.




Worf: Did I do it?
Crockett: No, sir. You also have to locate the doorbell button.
Tubbs: That's it, I'm putting him out of our misery.




Geordi: Good news! The Captain gave us room in the budget for a chair! Well - a stool, and we all have to take turns.
Reg: Galaxy-class tightass.




Which of us will find a woman to love first, do you think, Geordi?
Well that depends on how you define -
Love?
No, a woman.

 

O'Brien: "Yeeeshhhhh!"

Laforge: "How long has it been since you calibrated the Heisenberg commentators Chief?"

Riker: (OS) "Chief I think I was a few feet taller when I beamed down?

 

Crockett: Why do I have to go in there?
Worf: Can you write a Klingon opera about a battle?
Crockett: No.
Worf: Then in you go.

 

"OK, you're sure you 'looked,' you said. So, if I find an alien stowaway behind this
door, you know what I'm going to do to you, right?"

 

"Chief O'Brien, I'm pretty sure that finger-sliding mechanism is just a redundant
feature. You don't have to use that, you know. Tell you what, next time you beam
me down, let the computer handle it, alright? I don't want you getting creative ..."

 

"So is calling the warp core Leah every time the Captain wants you to push the engines hard.

 

WORF: This one?

RICKEY: Dunno. Would it kill them to put fricking numbers on the doors?

 

WORF: "Observe, Data, how Ash assaults Ripley - attempting to kill
her, by forcing a rolled-up pornographic magazine down her throat.
Never put anything past an android ... sir."

 

Worf: Get me a Happy Meal. I'll be in the Fun Zone.

 

LaForge: I'm writing you up.
O'Brien: Worth it.

 

WORF: "Frag the lieutenant"? I'm not familiar with this idiom.

 

"Number One ... Wil ... Minuet doesn't need a mobile holo-emitter."

 

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Geordi: Notice how whenever Picard and Riker decide to go on an away mission, they like to take the babes with them.

Data: *thinking* Only if Tasha had lived. Worf would have been sent away a long time ago, and I'd just ask Geordi to go away and enjoy one of his holodeck fantasies.

 

Worf: Ambassador Troi is that way.
N.D. Officer: But sir, didn't Captain Picard tell you to escort her?
Worf: I am 'delegating authority'. Now GO.


Geordi: Reg? What are you DOING in here?
Barclay: Preparing moth balls. You would not BELIEVE how hard it is to get their little legs apart.


LaForge: It's called a gorch.
Data: It is huge.
LaForge: I wouldn't say anything about it.
Data: Is it casting a shadow?
LaForge: I really wouldn't say anything about it.


O'Brien: Uh..
LaForge: You know, I think their knees are supposed to go backward like that. It's probably OK.



LaForge: What are you beaming up again?
O'Brien: The natives referred to it as Gorignak. Must be something for the captain's archaeological lecture..