TNG Caption This! #357: Exciting times!

[shivkala]

Much has been said of the effect the Writer's Strike of 1988 had on The Next Generation, but no one really mentions the Hair and Make-Up Strike of 1993. Not even the infamous refusal of the Alien prosthetics Department to join in.

Many speculate the release of the Season 7 Blu-Ray discs will finally force people to notice the effects of the strike.

Yar: Problem, sir?

Riker: I don't think this Iron Throne I won on Spacebay is as authentic as the seller made it out to be.

Geordi: Just remember, you were the one who said I couldn't blow your mind...

Riker: Commander's Log--I'd heard about it, but never thought I'd see it myself. Who knew Colorado Amendment 64 back in 2012 would have such a dramatic effect on Colorado's air quality 300 years in the future?

Ardra: Pleased to meet you, won't you guess my name?

 

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: An Adam and the Poison Apple tribute band? You suck at picking music, Geordi!

 

[Armored Saint]

RIKER: An Adam and the Poison Apple tribute band? You suck at picking music, Geordi!

ADAM: Who's that Herbert?

WORF: Do they know Aktuh and Maylota?

 

[jep]

LaForge: "OK, we said it three times Data, but that doesn't look like Beetlejuice."

Riker: "Is that... a dress it's wearing?"

Gorgon: "You wouldn't be so arrogant if I had some children here."



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[Armored Saint]

GEORDI:...and only Galloway and Leslie recross that bridge...
LETEK: We must buy it and install a toll station!

 

[Smellincoffee]

Somehow Riker's spirits were not bolstered by a visit from an Enteprise twenty years in the future, where a paunchy and grey Riker was still waiting for Picard to give up the big seat.

Riker: Look, lieutenant, I'm the XO of this ship and I say it's not a poker party without a few kegs.

Geordi: This may sting a little.

Picard: I thought the devil was supposed to masquerade as a beautiful angel.

 

[Alrik]

Picard: "Is that *sniff*, is that Prada I smell?"

Ardra: "You noticed. I'm flattered."

Crusher: "Maybe she is the real deal after all."

 

[inflatabledalek]

TFTW Leadhead!

Frakes: No, honestly, trying to direct and act at the same time is not taking too much out of me at all.

Yar: It's your birthday present from the crew Sir, a jumbo sized can of shaving cream.

Riker: Well, considering the lifestyle choice I've just made about my face, that's the most useless present I've had since my Dad finally got round to giving me the birds and bees talk when I was 23.

Geordi: And when I'm done, you'll definitely be a less popular character than me.

Riker: Oh shit, I think Mum-Raa just woke up.

Ardra: Until the next time Jean-Lun Picard!

Picard: Wait... you think this episode is going to be popular enough for Q-with-tits to become a recurring foe? I'd like some of the drugs you're taking lady.

 

[Armored Saint]

 

[Finn]

Thanks for the log entry win

Riker: Lieutenant, your sex toys have NO place on this starship.

…outside of my quarters. Bring them to my quarters immediately!

 

[Finn]

Data: (OS) *sings a Vulcan funeral song*

 

[anthony_lynch15]

Picard: Captain's Log, the entire crew has come down with a variation of the Klingon Flu. I don't want to point any fingers but....

Riker: What the #### is this?
Transporter Chief: It's the device you asked me to transport from the.....
Riker: Does this look like a class 4 neuclonic stabiliser to you?
Transporter Chief: To be honest sir I don't know what a class 4 neuclonic stabiliser looks like, but those are the co-ordinates you gave me!
Riker: Are you giving me lip Chief?
Transporter Chief: No, of course not sir. I'm just...
Riker: Relax Chief, that's totally a class 4 neuclonic stabiliser. I'm just messing with you.
Transporter Chief: Hilarious sir!

Geordi: Don't worry Data, it's completely fine for me to do precision work on the micro and nano circuitry of your Positronic brain with my bare hands as every Starfleet Engineer is equipped with the hands of a surgeon!

Geordi: Commander my visor is picking up some strange readings across the entire spectrum here. It's hard to make sense of but....
Riker: We're all looking at a giant floating head here Geordi. Don't ruin it with technobabble!

Ardra: I like your hands.
Picard: Thank you. My mother always said I could be a hand model if my career in Starfleet didn't work out.
Arda: That seems like an odd thing to say.
Picard: We lived on a vineyard, I'm pretty sure she was constantly drunk off her face!

 

[Armored Saint]

RIKER: Don't forget, we let the Ferengis ask the touchy questions and we stay polite with them in case it's their ship that saves us.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Picard: "My mother warned me about women like you. My Uncle Leon, on the other hand, said if I ever found one, I should grab her with both hands and never let go!"

 

[jep]

Yar: "Sorry, sir. The only shipment was those industrial size containers of 'Anal-Eze'"

Riker: "I don't understand. The packing slip says 'Crusher'. Why does the doctor need this much anal lubricant? It's not like she..."

Yar: "It's for... Wesley Crusher.... sir."

Riker: "Enough said."


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[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: What's this?

YAR: Cargo from the derelict freighter. Whiskey according to the manifest. Supposed to be shipped to the Norpin Colony.

RIKER: Who needs that much whiskey? Was it headed to a bar or something?

YAR: Nope, manifest says "M. Scott".

 

[LeadHead]

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