Floyd: Psssst. Make sure to use an enema before pushing in the fudge.
Edith: Mine or his?
TOS Caption Contest #138: Intentions, Good and Bad
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Floyd: Psssst. Make sure to use an enema before pushing in the fudge.
Edith: Mine or his?
Floyd: "Psssst. If you find my razor strap in her apartment, bring it back."
Floyd: "Psssst. I sell condoms in the back, son. <Looks Kirk up and down.> Small ones, too."
Floyd: "Careful. She's been used more than a trough at a Brooklyn Dodgers game."
Edith: "And in the same way, too."
KIRK:"If we're going to duck somewhere and make out, we better hurry. Deputy Fife gets off-duty around this time of night and he'll get on our cases for SURE."
LESLIE:"I wish we'd get orders to set course for the Planet of Non-Shrinking Velour."
MIKE:"Word."
"Why, i see Mr Spock in my magic mirror!"
(Romper Room for all you youngsters)
well crap. i just went back a page and saw someone else did romper room!
McCheese: Pushing buttons. It's all we ever do around here.
Leslie: Subspace spatial anomaly dead ahead! Adjusting heading!
Spock: Captain, three Romulan warbirds are decloaking and arming weapons.
Disembodied voice from spatial anomaly: FUGLY SACKS OF MOSTLY HAMBURGER - PREPARE TO MEET YOUR SECONDARY DEMI-RELIGIOUS LESSER GODS - YOUR GODS OF TAXES AND SMALL WOODLAND CREATURE HUSBANDRY AND PARAKEETS - YOU WILL SERVE US FOR ETERNITY IN OUR PUMICE MINES!!!!
Kirk: Hard about! Let's not enter the strange spatial anomaly for a change! Arm torpedoes! Upload the Corbomite episode to the Romulan database! Send out a message to Starfleet: we have engaged our lesser demi-lesser gods! Where's my hoagie platter? McCheese! Page the yeoman on duty!
McCheese: Pushing buttons. All we ever do around here.
Muted trombone: Wah-Waaaahhhh.
Floyd: Pssst. Help, Barney's got his gun to my bum. And by gun, I mean his penis!
Kirk (offscreen) "Remind me to tell cook to never serve turkey again!"
Yellowshirt: "zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"
Floyd: Oooh, Goober's not going to like this. Gomer might though.
Lt. Commander "Bob": I got more braid on my sleeve than that Russian whiz-kid, Chirpoff, Chepok, whatever, and I'm only his relief!
Leslie: Yeah, but the kid don't eat all the resequenced protien patties he can get his mitts on.
Lt. Commander "Bob": Is that a crack about my belly?
Leslie: Nah, Bob. Just making conversation.
FLOYD:"Oooooooooooooooh...
I...I best tell Goober that...that Andy's got competition for Miss Keeler!!"
Bob: Why is the authorization code for this station "Nuclear Vessels veering to one one one mark one"?
Kirk: "Before we head home for the sex, let me hop in here and take a quick shit."
Floyd, turning: "Lock it."
Kirk: "Pizza? No, Yeoman, no one up here ordered a pizza."
Spock, in overexaggerated falsetto: "... you can tell by the way I use my walk, I'm a woman's man, no time to t--"
*WHACK!*
Jumpsuit: "They ruined Sgt. Pepper!"
