Contest: ENTER Voyager Caption Thread #184 A pair of Trek Bosom Buddies

[LeadHead]

Paris: Yeah, you being the godfather... nah.

Paris: Can I-

Torres: No.

Paris: Just once-

Torres: No.

Paris: I'll be really caref-

Torres: Let me make this clear, the first time you borrow this to play with it, is the day we're sure we're done having kids.

Paris: This smells strange.

Neelix: It's the Trabalian Worm sauce, made with real worms!

Paris: I'll make a great bartender. I'll eve bring in my friend Norm so we'll have someone to collectively greet when he enters.

 

[Orac]

Paris: Phwoar! Nice bosoms!
Chakotay: That's not appropriate language for the Star Fleet Mister Paris!
Paris: But I was just talking 'bout my buddies!

Chakotay: Those are inappropriate thoughts for a Star Fleet Officer Mister Paris. I'm putting you on report.
Paris: You're not the boss of me!

 

[Orac]

Chakotay: Paris! Are you listening to me?

 

[WarpTenLizard]

Torres: "Let's shine a flashlight on this thing and see if Batman shows up."
Paris: "I knew there was a reason I married you!"

My vote goes to this one, hands down.

 

[Leviathan]

My vote goes to this one, hands down.

The contests are more Benevolent Dictatorship than Democracy.

Actually, I dont know how they are governed at all. For all we know, The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, held aloft Captions from the bosom of the water, signifying by divine providence who the Winners are.

 

[tharpdevenport]

Old Tom: "See? If catatrina was still running the Caption This! contest, we wouldn't have gotten so old since this one was started."

 

[Ghislaine H. B. BRAEME]

Sigh...I'm having a hard time finding a picture of Garrett outside of Trek....

Uh, I guess that you refered to Robert Duncan McNeil and not Garrett (Wang), right? :-)

 

[Ghislaine H. B. BRAEME]

Tom: "You hear that?"

Chacotay: "No. What?"

Tom: "That's the sound of our acting careers dying."

 

[tharpdevenport]

Paris: "In hale this, but do not touch."

Woodcotay: "I smell nothing."

Paris: "What you do not smell is iocane powder. Or maybe it's powdered leelo root. I forget. It's odorless, tasteless, and dissolves instantly in liquid, and is amongst the deadliest of poisons known to man."

Woodcotay: "Hum."

Paris: "Now I'll just mix our cups up ... mixy mixy. All right, where is the poison? The battle of wits has begun."

Woodcotay: "I forgot to bring some."

Paris: "That's okay -- I forgot which cup I put it in already."

Woodcotay: "You know, you make a crappy bad guy."

 

[Triskelion]

Paris: Oh sure, the minute you start losing an argument, it's time for the bat'leth!
Torres: KAHLESS DID NOT DRESS LIKE A SKI BUNNY!

Paris: The recipe called for two fingers of vermouth! It didn't say anything about a glass!

 

[Herbert]

"You look like Hoda Kotb" ends up being a far too obscure reference for Tom to use as a pickup line.