Damn you, Ratboy!
Kirk: "Spock, what is it saying?"
Spock: "It is saying, What's the frequency, Kenneth."
Checov: "Inwisible telephone?"
TOS Caption Contest #124 - 8 Days A Week
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Damn you, Ratboy!
Kirk: "Spock, what is it saying?"
Spock: "It is saying, What's the frequency, Kenneth."
Checov: "Inwisible telephone?"
Romulan: I'm calling on behalf of the Preator Electoral Commision and want to know how you view his policies...
Chekov: Should I hang up now?
Space Hooker: Don't bother, Doctor. From what I've heard, your scalpel isn't long enough.
NOMAD: That USB port is not meant to interface with biological beings... DOES NOT COMPUTE... DOES NOT COMPUTE...
McCoy's revival of a 300-year-old, cryogenically frozen Crystal Gayle send shockwaves through the ranks of Starfleet.
"Hobbit...Hobbit...
Shire...NI-MOY...
Great Cheesiness...
Singing Girls...
Much Pain."
TAL:"Yes...
Yes...
Yes...
I will.
Yes, thank you.
I have to go now. I'm in the middle of a potential combat situation with a Federation starship in the Neutral Zone.
Later, mom."
McCOY:"Nice hair.
Herbal Essences?"
The brain meter on the back of her head showed half empty, which was
just how McCoy liked his android love dolls.
McCOY:"Why are you acting so angry and offended?
All I asked for was a handjob. It's not like I proposed to ya."
SPOCK:"A little assistance, please?
Nomad appears to be secreting Krazy Glue. That...or the Captain and good Doctor have a most immature sense of humor."
TAL:"No. We...we're satisfied with our current subspace carrier.
No, we do NOT want any of your brochures or materials.
Do you mind? I'm in the middle of something here!"
"Disturbing news, Captain.
The humidifier is broken."
Chekov; No Kepten, I would definitely rate your hair higher.
CHEKOV:"Keptin...diss is de VORST phone sex I've ever heard in my life.
Permission to cancel transmission?"
Both crew's: Dear God, they look terrible
New Kirk: My God, how'd I get so fat?
both Chekhov's: My God, such terrible hair.
Old Kirk: Just look at us in that mirror boys, especially me. Reflection perfection.
Chekhov: Um...Captain...that's not a mirror.
McCoy: "Young lady, the last time I saw the back of your head, we were in the back seat of a taxi on Rigel IV."
Spock: "My thoughts ... to your thoughts. My penis ... to your two lower media input access ports."
Nomad, blinking rapidly: "Steralize ... intruders. STER-A-LIZE ... IN-TRUD-ERS ..."
Chekov: "Yes, I suppose he does look gay."
Spock: "The machine is lying, Captain. It does 'swing that way.'"
KOENIG CHEKOV:"SHEEESH!!!
I used to look like dat?
Vy didn't anyone TELL me?"
TAL:"No...what are YOU wearing?"
NOMAD:"This carbon unit is trying to dry-hump me...
Creator...help!
CREATOR!!!"