Seven Words in TNG

"I thought it was Frank Zappa," said Geordi.

 

"Actually," started Data authoritatively, "the

 

android Euterpe, in 2327, right after tea,

 

determined that cause of theory was-" "Whatever,

 

Mr. Data. Please begin the

 

liposuction on Counselor Troi's love handles. She

 

has been going heavy on the chocolate."

 

"Oi, what about your flab, Riker?", Troi

 

said. "Your fat, hairy ass isn't exactly

 

winning the Ninth Annual Risa Sex Triathlon!"

 

"I'll have you know I'm entered in

 

"Lieutenant Troi, to the brig!"

 

"Well, no. I didn't enter that one!"

 

exclaimed Riker, setting aside his jelly donut.

 

"But we did win the Back Shaving

 

Sack Race on Captain Picard Day," quipped

 

Wesley. "Let's disassemble Mr Data!" suggested Geordi

 

randomly. "I've been meaning to check his

 

McNugget pipe." Data raised an eyebrow and

 

smiled. "I smile because Wesley didn't think