Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #483: Everybody Loves Worf

[Smellincoffee]

Worf: WHAT LIGHT THROUGH YONDER WINDOW BREAKS? IT IS THE SUNLIGHT, AND JULIET IS THE SUN!
Picard, thinking: When I agreed to see the Klingon reproduction of Shakespeare's classics, I didn't realize it just meant every line was screamed.

Moments after Crusher joked about seeing him every time new species gave the bridge crew so much as a cross look, Worf contemplated murder.

Worf: One moment, commander. Dancing kitty.

Picard: Worf, status report on the bandit chase.
Worf: We are endeavoring to move the ship out of Park.

 

[Triskelion]

Worf: My Cha'DIch will see you in Gre'Thor, Duras!
Picard: Fine, as long as Wesley Crusher isn't there.

Crusher: You think that broken arm is weird, I found a bunch of ones in my underwear.

Worf: "Khan Noonien Singh's Guide to Tatterdemalion Fashion?"
Riker: For the warrior who has everything.
Worf: "Being exiled to a ravaged planet is no excuse for poor accoutering."

Helm: Mister Worf <snicker>, these readings are a little confusing. Could you <snicker> please explain how subspace works? <snicker>
Worf: It works because it doesn't want a Klingon boot so far up its subspace it tastes targ shit.
Ops: Yep, that's it.

 

[Mr. Laser Beam]

This is Worf, son of Mogh, for the Federation Express card. Don't leave the quadrant without it!

 

[Finn]

Extra in Red: *mutters* stupid show. I'll ace the auctions for Alien Nation. This lame show will be long forgetten and Alien Nation would rule the sci-fi/fanasty convention shows for decades if I'm cast.

 

[Nerys Myk]

WORF: I gotta take this
RIKER: Really? What more important than a status report for your First Officer!?
WORF: I'm setting up a time to have sex with your ex-girlfriend.

 

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