Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #523: R&R

Deleted Scene:

LaForge: Computer, screw the trivia, playback Worf's security log and replcate me another drink every time he gets his ass kicked.

 

Geordi: "Computer, what is the cure for br-brain freeze?"

 

LAFORGE: Go ahead, be seated. We must drink. This is tranya. I hope you relish it as much as I.

 

Geordi: Computer, why have we dropped out of warp?

Computer: Bio-readings indicate that the pilot is intoxicated.

Geordi: Intoxicated?!? What did you serve me?

Computer: You said, "Computer, give me a glass of the good stuff."

Geordi: Computer, your natural language interface needs work. You know that, don't you?

 

Apologies to everyone for the continued tardiness. I've been traveling a lot and haven't had much time to do the contests. This contest will continue to this weekend and I will add more photos to caption tonight.

 

Barclay: I will now say the magic words and levitate the chess pieces into the air. Sim Sim Salabim! <nothing happens>
Barclay: <louder> SIM SIM SALABIM!! <nothing happens> Crap! Now I have to run a diagnostic on the holodeck
Male Crew Member: Umm, you're not on the holodeck Reg.
Female Crew Member: <taps com badge> Counselor Troi, report to Ten Forward <she then leans in close to the com badge and whispers> and make it snappy

 

Stewart: <thinking> Damn, that buffet table looks good. How many takes are they going to do? I need to get to that donut tray before Spiner sees it.

 

Picard, looking over at his computer to see if the winners of the previous Caption This have been announced yet.

Picard: "Not good enough damnit! Not good enough!"




Picard, looking over at the stir another visitor is causing...

Milton: "...large grains of salt!"

 

New Pictures for the contest as promised!

 

Worf: These 3D Printed models are without honor!



Troi: Go away, eating chocolate.



La Forge: Do i have a chance?

Worf: No.

La Forge: What if i-

Worf: No.

La Forge: But I could-

Worf: No.

La Forge: Are you gonna help me?

Worf: No.




Picard: Worst Space BnB ever.



Kurn: It is a time to celebrate for within a few years Worf will be an outcast again!

 

Riker: I've decided not to advance my career and to stick around to be with you.

Troi: (gulp) Say what?

 

There isn't enough chocolate in the universe to have to put up with this crew, but by the Holy Rings of Betazed, I will eat every kind to deal with it.

 

Worf: Stupid Bashir, Miles was supposed to join me tonight but no "The Alamo" is better than "Enterprise Bros Model ship time"

 

Riker: I'm not sure how you pronounce it but I believe it's ménage à trois
Troi: <does not look up from her chocolate> Who's the third?
Riker: Yer mom. It is called trois after all.
Troi: <looks up>

 

Picard: <anguished> I've never known how to love
Data: I'm fully functional, captain. In every way, of course. I'm programmed in multiple techniques. A broad variety of pleasuring.
Picard: Stand down commander!
Data: <looks disappointed> Yes sir.

 

Data: "We shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender --"
Picard: All right, dammit. I'm up already. I'll be on the bridge momentarily.

 

Worf: "Alexander, why can't you pick up after yourself? (mumble grumble) How do these pieces fit together, anyway?"


Riker: "Deanna, we need to talk about your little...chocolate addiction."
Troi: "Can we make it fast? I've got three more varieties to try before I'm back on shift."
Riker: (sigh)


Geordi: "Don't look now, but I think Ensign Freeman is winking at me."
Worf: "No, she's not."
Geordi: "How can you tell?"
Worf: "Because that's a strobe light."

 

Picard: Data, tell me a fairy story.
Data: Once upon a time a little boy named Marx wanted to write a book called The Communist Manifesto, and a bajillion people died because people all share equally all the time....
Picard: Ahhh....

 

Picard: "Data, it's nap time. Go back to your cot."
Data: "I do not require naps."
Picard: "Just this once, couldn't you make an exception?"
Data: "I would much rather stand here and stare at you until you become uncomfortable."
Picard: "Go study irrational Human instincts with Deanna instead, Data. You'll have no shortage of material."
Troi: (off-screen) "I heard that!"


Geordi: "Look at all of these constellations, Worf. Do you have a favorite?"
Worf: "The silent engineer."
Geordi: "Which one is-oh."

 

Data: Captain, is that why everything around us is Red?