RIKER: And you're sure this worked in the historical documents?
DATA: Unknown, Commander. The documents are at something called a "commercial break".
TNG Caption This! #422: Better late than never
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RIKER: And you're sure this worked in the historical documents?
DATA: Unknown, Commander. The documents are at something called a "commercial break".
Crusher: Sorry. Tuesday Fiesta Burrito Buffet.
Geordi: By Cytheria's Braided Beard, it's Friday!
Crusher: I'm sorry Data and especially Geordi, Data's 'chief engineer manlove' programming is on and I can't turn it off... But you Geordi, you can really turn Data on!
Geordi: I quit.
Picard: But you can't, we need a main engineer!
Geordi: Dude, maybe that new guy from stellar sciences department can be our new main engineer, he dresses all funny and seems to be... a bit fruity, if you know what I mean.
Picard: Actually, as soon as he heard about Data's chief engineer manlove programming being active, he requested the position.
Picard:...Oh, and that reminds me. What did you want to tell me earlier, Beverly?
CRUSHER: Captain...
DATA: He prefers to be addressed as "Professor", now.
LAFORGE: Or "Charles" if you're intimate.
Worf: And on my monitor screen, I could see Wesley smiling each time it happened, as if this ship and crew were almost a toy for his amusement.
Data: If you want the mathematics of this, Wesley's ability is increasing geometrically. In a month, he'll have as much in common with us as we'd have with a ship full of white mice.
Riker: Well, I've tucked Dr. Crusher in for the night. Boy, is she upset that Wesley's mutating into something non-human.
The next morning....
Beverly: You know, I was thinking after Commander Riker left my quarters last night. Wesley's biological father wasn't Jack at all. Actually, he was a traveling salesman I met on Deneva. You might say, he was some sort of.... Traveler. I wonder if this has anything to do with what's happening to Wesley?
Picard: ...and set up the ambassador in her quarters discreetly, before that buffoon of a first officer hears about it. We would never get him out of the ambassador's bedroom.
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