TNG Caption This! 349: Totally Unprepared

[Mr. Laser Beam]

RIKER: Meet your new engineering staff, Geordi.

 

[Vulpes]

Step right up and try your luck at O'Brien's Completely Legit Shell Game!

Riker: Dr. Crusher sure does go through a lot of tongue depressors, doesn't she?

Crusher: Thanks for indulging me, Data. Those nose hairs have really been bothering me.

Data: Medicine was relatively primitive during this era, Commander, but I do not think they need a urine sample for a sprained ankle.

Crusher: Now, you can keep Worf, or you can trade him for what's behind door number 3...

Wesley: He's gone mad with power!
Riker: More pie charts! More!

 

[Nerys Myk]

CRUSHER: Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to....

TROI: Uh, wrong file Beverly. That's Riker's evaluation.

 

[Armored Saint]

 

[Vulpes]

La Forge: Neat, huh? We swiped them from some X-Wings.

Picard: Doctor, don't you think drawing a Sharpie mustache on him is a bit unprofessional?

Troi: What an ugly window mannequin.

Wesley: Are we going to tell him?
La Forge: I asked Worf to do it.
Worf: Commander, you appear to have an extra head growing out of your scalp.

 

[LeadHead]

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