The guy who comments on episodes as "Frakes" is the best part of the STTNG reviews. Case in point:
"I got a little confused when we did that one where Michelle Forbes is invisible. Not invisible -- you can't touch her, right? On that one I remember there was a day where I had just come back from a ninety-proof lunch, and I thought my hand would just, y'know, go THROUGH Michelle if I tried to touch her.
So... You know those contests where a bunch of shit-kickers see how long they can keep their hand on a truck, and the last one standing wins it? OK, so it's me, Stewart, Whoopi and Brian Bonsall, each with a hand on Michelle Forbes. I got the left one. Just so you know.
Three hours go by, four hours... The A.D. is going cocoanuts, Sirtis is off in a corner fuming. It's eventually just me and the little Klingon kid, hanging on for dear life. I told him I'd give him a year's worth of back issues of "Swank" if he'd let go. That did it. Game over. Winner: Frakes.
We had never set any terms or anything though. So we just went back to work. Wait -- did I imagine this?"
OR!
"Alright. Generations. The movie with the Christmas part, is this that one? And they're on the horses for the whole third act? Jesus. Well I cashed the paycheck, so I know I was in it. No wait! OK. I remember now. We got to switch into new pajamas halfway through the movie, so there was that.
Look, what do you want me to say? Around the time we made that flick I was living as a short Filipino woman in the harem of a Saudi Arabian sultan. He SAID he was a sultan... turns out he was a video store clerk and we were in Milwaukee the whole time. Long story. Point is my recollection of making Generations is a little thin, although I can tell you exactly what happened on the night of Dorn's birthday party that year."