TNG Caption This! #380: OUT OF CONTROL!

[Avro Arrow]

Let me know when you've had enough... (And my apologies to the non-ME fans.)

Worf: Face it, Geordi, that's just the way the trilogy ends!

Worf: I would guess, Commander, that Bioware got tired of you going on and on about Indoctrination Theory.

Worf, to Picard: I told you we should have spent some of those resources to upgrade our shields, but no... you just HAD to have a space hamster!!

Garrus: Turn your ship back from Palaven now, or I will personally come aboard and calibrate your ass with my boot!

 

[CorporalCaptain]

Worf: Face it, Geordi, that's just the way the trilogy ends!

Geordi: Noooooooooooooooooo!!!

 

[Finn]

Picard: Ensign! Stop taking course corrections from Counselor Troi!

 

[Armored Saint]

LOCUTUS: Hi Morn!

 

[Cmdr.Druss]

Locutus "Excuse me, are you The Federation People's Front?"

Riker "P*ss off!"

Locutus "I'm sorry?"

Riker "The Federation People's Front! We're the People's Front of the Federation!"

 

[JirinPanthosa]

LOCUTUS: Garrus as my Femshep's love interest? Does he even have compatible genitals? Eh, who cares, he's still the coolest choice.

 

[Finn]

Chief Security Officer's Log. It was a good day to be warrior. We went into battle aboard the Borg Cube. I encountered a drone that used to be a tribble and phasered it before Riker stopped me from killing a beautiful drone that used to be a blond Human. This is a great day. Songs will be made of this day a hundred years from now.

 

[Triskelion]

Worf: Ouch.

 

[Drob]

 

[2takesfrakes]

Even in the 24th Century, the desperation of Survival Situations has been known to turn marooned crews away from their evolved sensibilities ... to culinary of canibalism.

 

[Nerys Myk]

First Officer's Log: Spent the day hanging with Worf and Dr. Crusher

RIKER: It's all about how you spin it.

 

[Jonas Grumby]

* Sound of holodeck door opening *
Riker's voice (OS from holodeck doorway): "Worf. Doctor. Care to explain what the hell is going on here?"

 

[Triskelion]

Riker: No, Mister Worf - I'm writing my own book now. Use...the Force, I guess?
Worf: But sir, I have him dead to rights.
Riker: The Force, Lieutenant!
Worf: I can just push the button, he's at point blank range!
Riker: Old book, Worf! Don't fear the new book!
Worf: What's this @#$% book - I am NOT afraid!
Riker: <Hisses> You will be.

...

...

Worf: Is it a Star Wars book??

 

[Armored Saint]

RIKER: Listen, sonny Jim. Sleeping like this will add ten years to your life. I learned it from Keith Richards when I toured with the Stones. This may be the reason why Keith cannot be killed by conventional weapons.

 

[Smellincoffee]

Worf: You are a sad, strange little man. And you have my pity.

Riker: Don't leave me hanging, Worf!
Worf: Commander, this is no time for high-fives.

Locutus: Why does a Borg cube implement a viewscreen when we have cybernetic interfaces?
Collective: LOGIC IS IRRELEVENT.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Riker: "Somebody cut me down! All the blood is rushing to my Leadhead, if you know what I mean."

 

[inflatabledalek]

Worf: So Leadhead, will this week's contest be going up early as well?

 

[Finn]

Worf: So…you asked her out? What Happened?

Geordi: Yeah… It turned out to be Data doing one of his experiments on humanity.

 

[inflatabledalek]

Worf: So Leadhead, will this week's contest be going up early as well?

Worf: So... at least before the weekend ends?

 

[Smellincoffee]

Worf: This "most dangerous game" is most satisfying!

Riker: Belay that, Mr. Worf, let him speak his piece.
Drone: DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT, FRIEND, TO TALK ABOUT THE COLLECTIVE?
Riker: Shoot him, shoot him dead.

Worf: Ah, clever. She spiked your drink with laudinum so you would leave her alone.