TNG Caption This! #423: Game on!

[galleywest]

Picard: What the hell...? Riker, I asked you to water my plants while I was gone, not throw poker parties and eat my food.
Riker: Busted.

It had to be said that Frakes was milking the scene for all it was worth.

Picard: ...so then the Master Control Program tries to find all the programs that believe in the users and make them battle each other in the arena.
Jono: Look, I told you, I've never seen this stupid movie!

Meanwhile, on the bridge:
Picard: Why are we headed into an asteroid field?! Isn't anybody driv--Wesley!!

Data: I spy with my little eye something that begins with K.
Riker: Wrong game!

 

[Jonas Grumby]

Picard: "Just what have you been saying in your subspace chatter about your little weekly poker game, Number One? There's a Ferengi warship off our port bow asking if we 'comp rooms'!"

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Ensign Westphall dreams of tennis.

Picard (on comm): Wesley, why aren't you at your post?

Wesley: Captain, you see all those asteroids out there? That's the remains of the last people who tried to distract me from my 3-D Chess game.

Data: Captain, welcome to our weekly poker game. You will notice the large model of the C-57D hanging above the table. It should suffice for what humans refer to as "good luck."

Riker: Data, the Federation doesn't use physical currency. So what exactly are we playing for, here?

Data: Sir, each gold chip entitles the bearer to five Risan females. Silver chips count for one Risan female each.

(long pause)

Riker: Carry on.

 

[Finn]

Riker: I thought you went to bed early?

Deanna: Yeah, I thought you were looking forward to it once Mother left the ship

Picard: Yes...Yes, that was yesterday. You have been at this all night. You all missed your shift. I was stuck on the bridge with Wesley. He saved the day twice, no thanks to you worthless officers.

 

[Armored Saint]

ED WOOD, THE NEXT GENERATION

 

[tharpdevenport]

Worf: "Commander, you're Effeminate Drunk Wobbling Hooker Clone is ruining the game again."

 

[Jonas Grumby]

With apologies to tharpdevenport for stealing his photoshop...

Riker at doorway: "Time to make the donuts."
Riker at table: "I made the donuts!"

 

[Triskelion]

Data: Come in?
Picard: Ohh?
Data: Computer, seal door.
Picard: Aww.

Chess is neat.

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Rocks are neat.

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Booby traps are neat.

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Boobies.

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Chess sucks.

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O'Brien: Hey you guys know there's free booze, right?

 

[inflatabledalek]

Blessed be for the win Leadhead!

Picard: You people know we don't use money, right?

The 24th century Finger Mouse revival was not a great success.

Picard: You have to come back and live with us because a human father would never be physcially abusive to his son.

Emotionally abusive sure. They'll be all like "You were always a disapointment to me Jean-Luc" and "How dare you go to space Jean-Luc" and "This wine you made tastes like piss Jean-Luc" and "Hey Jean-Luc, I see that red haired doctor you had a boner for found a real man".


Your dad wouldn't want to adopt me would he?

Wesley: Sigh. When Guinana said playing chess might help me get my rocks off, I didn't realise this was what she meant.

Data: Do you have Mr Bun the Baker?

 

[Crazy Eddie]

Worf: "The game is called 'Meta.'"
Lt.: "How do you play it?"
Worf: "You convince the other player that you understand how the game better than he does, using only body language and facial expressions."
Lt.: "Wow... who's winning?:"
Worf: "I am."

 

[Triskelion]

Data: ...Badda-bing, badda-boom, next thing you know, I got the space clap.
Riker: Get the fuck out of here!

 

[Nerys Myk]

DATA: Your advice has merit, Mister Rogers.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

Data: Sir, if you do not always consume beverages made from barley and hops, why is it relevant that when you do choose to do so, you consume Dos Equis?

 

[LeadHead]

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