Extra: Which screen did I just send that grindr window to?
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Extra: Which screen did I just send that grindr window to?
Data, singing off screen: ...I'm a model, you know what I mean/ And I do my little turn on the catwalk/ Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah/ I shake my little tush on the catwalk...
Picard: "Attention: the last officer to continue standing there and look at me like a jackass instead of performing their vital duties, gets transfered to Deep Space 9."
PHEW!
PHEW!
Worf: "What is a 'Deep Space 9'?"
Picard: "Good-bye!"
Worf: As Chief of Security I hereby declare that all crewmembers will use a single porta-potty.
Picard: "What is this?"
Riker: "This is a intervention."
Data: "We're doing this sir because we care for you."
Worf: "It your body odor Captain, you haven't bathed in weeks."
Picard: "You all are aware that I'm French, oui?"
While the situation didn't warrant a facepalm, Riker felt that a mouthpalm was appropriate.
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Worf: Audio lost sir, recommend switching to semaphore
Picard: very well,
Picard: u-s-s-s-a-r-a-t-o.....
troi: I sense dishonesty, cruel humour
Data: is Worf messing around with the remote for the viewer again?
Thanks for the win!
Picard: What? I haven't been singing an off-color bar song in French.
Riker: Err, of course not.
Goldshirt, thinking: I wonder if I can tractor-beam an asteroid and throw it at this guy's ship without anyone noticing.
Picard: We're looking for an angry old woman, about yea high. Answers to Pulaski, Kate, or Empress.
Picard: They have fingerprints, camera footage, and DNA, Will. A caveman could have caught you with that woman.
Riker: That guy was pretty close.
Picard: What? I haven't been singing an off-color bar song in French.
Riker: Err, of course not.
Goldshirt, thinking: I wonder if I can tractor-beam an asteroid and throw it at this guy's ship without anyone noticing.
Picard: We're looking for an angry old woman, about yea high. Answers to Pulaski, Kate, or Empress.
Picard: They have fingerprints, camera footage, and DNA, Will. A caveman could have caught you with that woman.
Riker: That guy was pretty close.
Now children, I think you can do better! Straighten the line, and then I'll take you to see engineering.
Picard: And where, exactly, did this come from?
Riker: Babylon 5, sir.
Picard: You stole an alien set piece from Babylon 5?
Riker: It seemed like a good idea at the time, sir.
Worf: We have no honor.
Picard: Beverly-
Crusher: I know, Jean-Luc. I have a breathalyzer waiting for them in sickbay.
An exciting job, they said! You can get in on the action, they said! But noooooo, they all ignore me, just like in school!
Picard: Merde! Does he really think CBS would hire idiots for their legal team?
Riker: Maybe he believes we really did kill all the lawyers, sir.
Picard: Belay that, Mr. Worf. We cannot interfere.
Worf: But he has no honor!
Picard: Nevertheless, you may not interfere.
Worf: But-
Picard: No, Mr. Worf. I'm sure people will continue to make fan films. Nothing can stop that now.
Data: Sir, you are venturing dangerously close to Star Wars quotes. The lawyers have noticed.
Picard: Never mind, Mr. Worf, you may fire when ready.
Worf: FINALLY!
Troi: Sir, please stop shadow-fondling the Duras sisters. You're giving Worf prop comedy ideas.
Krag: - and based on Tayna's deposition, we have recreated the incident in Commander Riker's quarters if Riker were a pantomime horse soliciting a Vaudevillian Little Bo Peep, Doctor Apgar.
Bailiff: "All rise for his honor!"
Everybody rises.
Judge: "You may be seated. The prosecution may begin."
CBS Layer: "The defendant, Alec Peters, violated out IP, violated out copyright material without compensation or prior notice, bragged about it and competing with us, and continued on ahead violating said copyrights after he was served."
Judge: "Will the defendant please rise? Alec Peters, how do you plead?"
Axanad Peters: "LOL, hold on, I'm getting a call. Oh, wrong number. My fan film is not a fan film and it's giving people what they are not getting from CBS, LOL, and it's setting media afire!"
Riker: "Shhh!"
Axanad Peters: "Way better than JJ Abrams, who is still doing the new films. We're on the cutting edge!"
Riker: "SHHH!"
Axanad Peters: "We are a fully-professional production that will easily rival current Trek!"
Picard: "Shut up, Wesl... Peters!"
Axanad Peters: "They just feel threatened by our professional production! I rest my case. Anybody want some Axanar brand coffee?"
Riker: Cupping his mouth, "Oh, dear God."
Picard: "The interior hold the promise of untold riches and ultimate horror."
Riker: "I'm not going in there."
Crusher: "I'm not going in there."
Worf: "I'm not going in there."
Picard: "Well I'm not going in, but someone has to going in."
Security Guy (quietly): "Ohh shit."
CBS Lawyer: "... and after we put an end to all fan films your Honor, then we're going after young female fans engaged in scantily clad Trek cosplay at comi-cons, haa haa, that's sure to endear CBS to Trek fans everywhere."
"Then it's on to amateur fiction writers who post on the internet."
"It not like anyone will see CBS as heartless monsters right?"
"Right?"
Alien (calling to goldshirt at tactical): THERE you are, my boy! We're so proud of you! Why when you come back home we'll throw you a big party and cook you a nice meal...
Goldshirt (grits teeth): Somebody kill me now.
Picard: Merde...I must insist that none of you use that turbolift until it has been cleaned. And make a note: Chili Replicator Night is hereby cancelled.
Picard: Tanugan strip clubs clearly leave much to be desired.
Riker:
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Data, singing off screen: ...I'm a model, you know what I mean/ And I do my little turn on the catwalk/ Yeah, on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah/ I shake my little tush on the catwalk...
Riker: "Mr. Data! You used a contraction."
Data: "Sir, I can make out what appears to be a nipple in the lower left-hand corner."
Data: Q appears to have scrambled all the porn channels.
Riker: THE BASTARD!
Riker: "That's hot. I'll be in my bun--"
Data: "A male nipple."
This certainly explains Deanna's expression.
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