Contest: ENTER TNG Caption This! #548: Who's driving?

[shivkala]

Thanks for the win!

Patrick Stewart: Hmm, this is nice. I need more acting gigs where I can just sit down. I wonder if there's another franchise where I can get a role where I'd just need to sit...

Picard: Okay, so that's six quarter pounders with cheese, two chicken sandwiches, one chicken nuggets, and one quarter pounder on a gluten-free bun, right?

Troi: Don't forget the minty shakes.

Picard: And 3 minty shakes. Anything else? We good?

Worf: Not being ready at the drive-thru is without honor!

Riker: Commander's Log--We have been frozen for over an hour waiting for the Captain to return from his ready room. I am beginning to think this prank is more effort than it's worth.

Picard: Captain's Log--Those fools are frozen on the bridge waiting for me to come out of the ready room, but I've since beamed to my quarters. I wonder how long they can keep this up for?

Wesley: I keep telling you Sir, that's not a real thing.

Picard: And I'm telling you, Wesley, Black Alert is totally a thing!

Wesley: Right, next you'll tell me that a hundred years ago they had a spore drive which provided near instantaneous travel across light years!

Picard: Shut up and go to Black Alert already, Wesley!

Riker: *mouthing silently to Geordi* He's still going on, turn around and leave while you can before he notices you're here and engages you!

 

[TrickyDickie]

Thanks for the win, LH.

Picard: "All right, who the devil is the damn prankster that put the tachyon beam emitter on the seat of my chair?!?"

 

[Triskelion]

Picard: I'm ready to take over as pilot...just as soon as I find the interface control.

 

[Qonundrum]

"You're telling ME to shut up? Who do you think I am, Wesley?!"

Picard: "what do you mean, the Edo have sex at the drop of a pin?"
Worf: "That's 'drop of a hat', sir. You don't get out much, do you?"

Upon Geordi's successful piloting to Risa, Riker waits with anticipation, having told Dr Crusher previously to get his blood scanned as a "before" sample for when he returns with a new bacterial infection for analysis.

 

[TrickyDickie]

Data: "Hello darkness, my old friend....I've come to talk with you again....Because a vision softly creeping....Left its seeds while I was sleeping....And the vision that was planted in my brain....Still remains....Within the sound of silence."

Picard: "Cloudy....My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy....They have no borders, no boundaries....They echo and they swell....From Tolstoy to Tinker Bell....Down from Berkeley to Carmel....Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill."

Wesley: "Tonight I'll sing my songs again....I'll play the game and pretend....But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity....Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me....Homeward bound....I wish I was....Homeward bound....Home where my thought's escaping....Home where my music's playing....Home where my love lies waiting....Silently for me....Silently for me...."

Quark: "Well there's no need to complain....We'll eliminate your pain....We can neutralize your brain....You'll feel just fine....Now....Buy a big bright green pleasure machine."

If not for the threat of a lawsuit from Simon and Garfunkel, the TNG episode 'Where Silence Has Lease' would have been much different.

 

[Nerys Myk]

PICARD: So what's going to make you go blind first? The porn or the bad lighting?

 

[Triskelion]

Console: Boom chicka wow wow....
Picard: <entering> What's that now?
Console: wrapped in seventeeen varieties of synthcheese no kitchen is complete without it...
Picard: Oh, infomercial. <leaves>
Console: Boom chicka wow wow....

Console: Boom chicka wow wow...
Riker: What's that now?
Console: Boom chicka wow wow....
Riker: On main viewer. Make it so.

 

[Herbert]

Picard: It's not only my heart that's prosthetic. There was another time, with a group of Orion slave women. Things got a little rough. They pulled a little too hard on the old Regulan Bloodworm, know what I'm sayin', and ..................well............. let's just say that I can only "engage" now by remote control.

 

[TrickyDickie]

Riker: "I guess a red sweater can get you killed just as quickly as a red shirt."

Geordi: "So can getting touchy-feely with someone's shoulder....don't think I'm unaware of that hand on the back of my chair."

Worf: "These clowns definitely need to 'sit on It'."

 

[TrickyDickie]

Picard: "Imperial race, huh?!?"

Troi: "You miserable, two-timing Klingon bastard!"

Worf: "It was an honorable production...."

 

[TrickyDickie]

Picard: "Mister La Forge, would you care to explain this?"

Geordi: "Well, I see someone found a picture of me with the experimental vision system that preceded my visor. That just didn't work out."

 

[inflatabledalek]

Thanks for the wins LH!

Picard: When you sit this close, the stars don't half look like a curtain with lots of little holes cut in it.

Worf: Blimey this job is dull. I can't wait to transfer to security so I never, ever have to wear red again.

Geordi: (thinking) God, he thinks he's so cool doesn't he?

Riker: (thinking) uniform...crushing...chest...can...hardly...stand...musn't...show...weakness...

Picard: The birds don't look that angry.

Geordi wasn't ready the first day he saw the assless chaps.

 

[Catarina]

Picard: I see you've discovered my "literature". I highly suggest you don't click on that file. That chapter is about Beverly and I.

 

[LeadHead]

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