TNG Caption This! #360: Out and about!

[Schistocerca]

After retiring from Star Fleet Will went on to make a fortune with his "Hair Replacement Clinic" franchise

 

[dstyer]

TFTW LeadHead!

Picard: Ardra! You must be the devil to dress these people this way!

Nayrok: Thank you for visiting me at the Federation Mental Health Institute. I no longer think that' I'm Zefram Cochrane, Jaglom Shrek, or that Minister Hanok person. I'm cured!

Data: You are supposed to toss the penny into the fountain and THEN make your wish!

Geordi: Really, Worf?
Worf: He who smelt it, dealt it!

Man in chair: Engage!
Frakes: Close, but not close enough. Bring in the next one. We're never going to find a replacement for Patrick at this rate...

 

[Armored Saint]

PICARD: Mister Data and mister Worf, it's not necessary to draw your phasers, it's only a painting.
WORF: This art is without honor!

CROMWELL: Don't get smart, Tiny.

 

[Nerys Myk]

CHAIRMAN: I ain't talking, Fed. I ain't no stool pigeon. So, break out the rubber hoses and do your worst!

RIKER: He had to be from Iota.

 

[Armored Saint]

WORF: Children, smoking is without honor!

 

[CaptainJon]

No one was too eager to display this week's costumes on the runaway.

Commander Riker's is used to standing in Captain Picard's shadow...but the guest of the week?

Data: I told you the new bug zapper behind her head works.

Riker: You didn't need to put so many candles on my cake! I'm not that old!

Interrogator: Talk or the commander will have no choice but to drop his pants.

 

[Nerys Myk]

RIKER: Play a lot of basketball?

ALIEN: No, on my planet, people my size tend to be Jockeys.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Gosheven: "Blast it! I had written a poem on my palm to recite to you, Ard'rian, to show you what a classy guy I am. But apparently I smeared the ink when I scratched my ass."

 

[Avro Arrow]

Data: I am sorry, but I do not believe Starfleet will be interested in purchasing your cloakable tricorder.

 

[Nerys Myk]

HINES: You see this? Do you have any idea what it is, or what it means?

SPINER: It is water. A substance composed of two atoms of hydrogen

HINES: Um...uh...

SPINER (under his breath) Your's is the next line, Hines

HINES: I guess writing my dialog on my hand was a bad idea.

 

[jep]

Data: "Now concentrate and try it again."

Goshevan: "She sells sea-shells by the Shelliac sea sore...."

Data: "Crib notes on a tongue twister? And you still get it wrong?"


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[Armored Saint]

DATA: Yes my friend, this device called a mirror is the most advanced and precious technology from my world and it will be yours if you concede all dilithium on your planet to the Federation.

 

[LeadHead]

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