TNG Caption This! #367: Finally's Part 6

[LeadHead]

Hello everyone! New contest!

First up to the plate, we have the "Holodeck Controls 101" Award, going to:

Sir Isaac Newton: "As the foremost scientific mind of my time, and on behalf of these two gentlemen who share that distinction in their own times, may I say how pleased and honored we all are to be in the presence of the author of 'Ode to Spot.'"
Data: "Computer, decrease character sarcasm level by fifty percent."

Next, we have the "Getting to the truth" Award, going to:

Picard: We're not letting you out until you admit 'Sub Rosa' sucked.

Next, we have the "Appropriate Responses" Award, going to:

Geordi: Oh my God they're Twerking...
Riker: Arm photon torpedoes.

Next, we have the "Well, they really don't get out much..." Award, going to:

Riker: I realize we have a mission of importance, Worf, but I suddenly feel like having a picnic.

Next, we have the "Coercion" Award, going to:

Picard: Critique my fan fic, Geordi. And bear in mind I have a phaser pointed at your genitals.
Geordi: Crusher/Guinan?

Our Photoshop Award, goes to:

KEEPER: The factors in her favour are youth and strength, plus unusually strong female drives.

CRUSHER: Oh, I'm not that young.

KEEPER: I was speaking of the female, not you.

WORF: Hey!!!!

And now, something different. We haven't done a tag team award in awhile and this one was particularly good!

The Tag Team award goes to:

(Borg start marching out)
PICARD: Umm, Counselor, weren't you supposed to clear the room?
TROI: Uhh. It looked empty.
PICARD: Right. I brought a psychologist with me on a combat mission. Lesson learned.

GEORDI: It least you didn't let the Captain's chair and the tactical station to a doctor and an inexperienced astrophysicist

Crusher: We could remove him from the Collective and give him a position on this ship.

Picard: Only a moron would do that!

Many thanks to everyone who participated and congratulations to our winners!

And now, The Finale of our Finally's series, because "All Good Things" must come to an end... (I expect at least 2 of you to groan or facepalm!)

I hadn't realized this until today, but for such a prominent episode, we've only had a couple images from it in the contest while I've been running it. Lets change that shall we?

Enjoy!

 

[LeadHead]

Picard: THAT'S Riker?!

Picard: So... seeing anyone?

La Forge, Beverly and Data: (thinking) Awkward....

Q: I'm trying out pointing instead of snapping my fingers. My thumb hurts.

Yar: Jean-Luc, you were out past curfew again!

Picard: But... but...

Worf: Listen to your mother, son.

Frakes: Thanks for watching us here on Star Trek: The Next Generation. We're going to take some time off and do different projects for awhile.

Rick Berman: Yeah.... about that...

 

[Mutai Sho-Rin]

Very timely today, aren't we?

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Looks like you've lost another hand, Beverly. Bra or panties?

 

[Jonas Grumby]

TFTW, LeadHead!

Crusher: "He's been following me around and staring at me like this for a week now, Jean Luc! Either do something about it or I'm going over your head to Admiral Nechayev!"

Picard: Oh, come on! I've got Irumodic Syndrome! How about a pity boink for old times' sake?"

Stewart: "Damn, Denise, you look exhausted!"
Crosby: "I haven't been getting much sleep lately. Been staying up late memorizing my lines."
Stewart: "Why don't you just tape them to the tactical console like Michael does?"
Crosby: "...Son of a bitch!"

 

[JirinPanthosa]

RIKER: Do I have any children? And, do you know the names of the women, so I can avoid hooking up with them?
PICARD: You know in the future he's an Admiral?

DIRECTOR: Okay, in this scene we're all lining up by order of how much older you'll look when you're really that age.
FRAKES (OS): Where should I stand?
DIRECTOR: You and Michael Dorn are WAYYY to the right.

Q: You people were WAAAY less ugly in your early days.

PICARD: Sorry Tasha, I just can't take you seriously knowing you bang the android in a week.

DATA: Glad to have you join us sir. We should let you know the house rules. Each chip represents five minutes of time off the bridge when you look like you're going to give a speech.
RIKER: Data. Ixnay on the eechspay.

 

[Armored Saint]

Q: HERE! Horses! We need a MILF to make the diversion.
PICARD: What, we've been is this desert for six days and it's now you say we have access to a MILF?

MCFADDEN: Hey LeVar, my neck make-up for your moustache?
BURTON: NOOOPE!

 

[Nerys Myk]

MCFADDEN: Why do I get the impression that no one else is taking this reunion film seriously?

 

[Nerys Myk]

Q: You there, step away from the keyboard! We've enough of your off color jokes and crude photoshops!

PICARD: Who are you talking to?

Q: Nevermind Picard. To them you're just a fictional character.

 

[Finn]

Q: Do you see this?

Picard: it appears to be some kind of advertisement for a competition.

Q: This is you! A consequence of putting up with Troi's sensing BS, Riker's escapades and Data's quest for finding his Humanity. All those years of face palms and it has come down to this.

Picard: I have no idea what you are talking about... This "FIFA"...

 

[Triskelion]

Riker: Uh, you're hot, and uh, the stars in your eyes look like...croissants....
Bev: Oh cut the Reva shtick.

Picard: Look Beverly, I know it's your play, but are you sure Larry, his brother Darryl, Festus and Miss Kitty were Shakespeare characters?

Q: Caption these amino acids, nerds. Prevent humanity from being born! I dare you!
Picard: Oh crap we're screwed....

Picard: Gagh!
Worf: Ohh?
Picard: I mean, Gah!
Worf: Awww.
Yar: Hey!

Data: I can't produce the chips with you all watching.

 

[Armored Saint]

FRAKES: Now, if you excuse us, we've a strip-poker game to start and Marina just doesn't know to play, so bye bye family show viewers.

STEWART: Impressive, Michael Westmore really improved your makeup since seaon 1...Denise.

STEWART: Ah good old times, Dorn's ridiculous in that skinny uniform and Crosby's butt-frustrated.

BEVERLY: Geordi, do you have a phaser or you're just happ...
GEORDI: Phaser!

PICARD: So you made the Thomas test and...
BEVERLY: Yes, but I misunderstood at first and didn't make it on his sideburns...

 

[Nerys Myk]

STEWART: Damn it, Dorn! I told you not to mention the movie deal in front of her!

 

[shivkala]

TFTW, Leadhead. Glad I could make the Klingon produce a belly laugh!

Picard: Him? A Devil's three-way?! When I suggested it, I had Deanna or Alyssa or Guinan in mind!

Picard: Good news everybody, we're going to the Neutral Zone!

LaForge: Great anti-tachyons of Devil's Cayons!

Data: Like Hell, we are!

Crusher: Data, the Captain says we have to go, we're going.

Data: Bite my pale white ass!

Crusher: No thanks, now, Captain, what are we going to do when we get to the Neutral Zone?

Picard: A-wuh? We're going to the Neutral Zone. Oh, my!

Q: We'll get back to the anomaly in a minute, Mon Capitan. But first, I have to do a quick PSA for the Continuum. *Ahem* Remember, only you can prevent inferior species from exploring space.

Yar: You're ignoring Starfleet's orders to proceed to the Neutral Zone? Over my dead body, sir!

Picard: Er, um, bad choice of words there Lt.

Picard: I should have done this a long time ago.

Troi: You were always welcome.

Picard: If that's the case, why did I just find out about this long-running poker game today?

Riker: Yeah, Deanna, why did he just find out about it today, if he's always been welcome.

Troi: Probably because you won't be able to do your impression of the Captain...Will.

Picard: You do an impression of me, Number One. I'd love to see it.

Riker: *stammers* It's um, well, I can't really do it off the cuff, uh, Sir.

Troi: Oh sure, you can Will. You just squat down, put on a British accent, and you're all, "I'm the Captain and I'd love to 'Make it So' with the Doctor. I think I'm French, but I have a British accent and love British Tea and dead British authors. Look at me, I'm tugging on my shirt to seem authoritive!"

Riker: I'm not getting a recommendation for my own command anytime soon, am I, sir?

Picard: Believe me, Number One, I'm thinking of ways to get you off this ship, right now. None of them involve you having your own command.

 

[Armored Saint]

PICARD: How a man like me would mean something like that. No, no, no Tasha! If suggest to go to the Briar Patch, it's to make fun of Worf's acnea. Klingons call it gorch.

 

[Triskelion]

Picard: Why don't you go where passion sits?
Riker: Puttin on the Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitz!
Beverly: Don't call us, we'll call you.

Daisy: Ooh, just let me go put on my short shorts.
Bo, Luke & Uncle Jessie: Nooooo.

 

[2takesfrakes]

"... Putting on The Ritz!"

>>SNORT!!!<<

 

[Armored Saint]

BEVERLY: So, Briar Patch guys?
ALL: Yep!

 

[Nerys Myk]

CRUSHER: Do you still have "X-ray mode" in your ocular implants?

LAFORGE: Yep and speaking of implants....

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: Wait, he's Wesley's father????