Ntropi:
The team try a spot of "Limbo Under the Invisible Stick."
Mr_Grant:
Galactic Uniform Pageant, winners in categories (L to R) Most Flattering to Belly, Best Showcasing of Package, Most Nautical.
JohnSteed:
"OK, who threw the wad of paper? KIRK! Go to the front of the class and write your name on the board. You have 15 minutes detention!"
Mr_Grant:
"Well guys, all's well that ends well. Who's up for cappucinos?"
Ntropi:
I'm telling you. Lose the moustache, let me work my magic right here and here... We'll make a damn fine woman out of you yet!
amycamus:
Captain Joe Hazelwood tries to blame the whole Exxon Valdez thing on "them two broads who can't stop sayin' 'We love you, Gamera!' or whatever."
JurassicPork:
The Harry Mudd Dancers!
cyoungdahl:
After a little squabble, some whining and complaining, Kirk got to hold the little Saturn.
NurseNoir:
Cited by the Vulcan High Council for a bad combover.
NurseNoir:
I guess this pretty much answers the question of why a Vulcan would marry a human...
Wolfiechan:
Am I getting your little eyebrow thing *yet* Spock?
NurseNoir:
"Azza doctor, I... dduuurrr... I feel I should *zzzz* ... should try out the durrrrr- drugs before I use 'em onna... uhhhh-huhhh... *patient.* Yeah, thazzit..."
144b:
See if you can pick out the ones that will be worm food. Yep, it's the two snooks in the back.
screaming_fist:
"Captain, pertaining to the civilzation's architectural style, I would say if it is not Baroque, don't fix it."
Beedo:
At that point, there's NO point to clothing. She may as well just strip. I'll help.
Mr_Grant:
~Look, we're going to the pool pary at Spock's, so shut up and get your suit. ~I don't want to go to a pool party. ~What are you, an android all of a sudden?
Beedo:
The new Crotch-Clamp Bed from RonCo! Guaranteed to prevent wicked, sinful morning wood!
lil_amish_boy:
I instantly need counseling. (please don't freeze now please don't freeze now please don't freeze now)