The first time Micky told the “Randy Scouse Git” story, I was like ha ha, that’s cute.
The second time Micky told the “Randy Scouse Git” story, I was like oh, I’ve heard this joke before.
The third time Micky told the “Randy Scouse Git” story, I was like ugh, enough already.
But maybe around the eighth or ninth time, I went from being annoyed by the “Randy Scouse Git” story to loving the “Randy Scouse Git” story, and it’s now gotten to the point where I am legitimately annoyed when he doesn’t tell the story.
I just realized this is exactly how I feel about Data defining things.
Picard: We are in a very serious and potentially dangerous situation.
Ralph: I’m sure whatever it is seems very important to you, but my situation is far more critical.
After three hundred years in cryostasis, Ralph needs a haircut, dammit!
Michelle Hurd, Jonathan Frakes, and Nancy Fish.
I’m just gonna start pretending every Q. is actually Q: and read all the questions in his voice.
Q: What religions are the Monkees? This has been bugging me for a long time.
Q: Is Davy really homesick? I hope he doesn’t feel blue ’cause when he’s blue, I’m blue.
Q: Where can I write to Ronny Howard? I think he’s neat.
I have been sitting in front of my computer for the last ten minutes, saying “computer, computer, computer” and “what time is it, what time is it” over and over in order to train my program to recognize my voice. I honestly feel like Leah Brahms or Lewis Zimmerman or something, and this is making me incredibly happy, but also incredibly terrified.
Nog: I still don’t see why we couldn’t install a few chairs on the bridge.
O’Brien: Because this ship wasn’t designed for chairs.
Nog: Well, my feet aren’t designed to stand for long periods of time. They get tired.
Um… is this dialogue the reason the episode is called “A Time to Stand”?
