Seven Words in TNG

Not even the temptingly sweet sight of Baklava

 

could calm the Greek, who smashed plates

 

over Worf's head ridges while shouting, "Opa!"

 

"Opa this!!!", growled Worf, snapping his neck.

 

"Mr. Worf, that's 50 demerits!" yelled Picard.

 

"Insufficient punishment!" objected the Greek's eldest son.

 

"Break his neck!" the Greek's son shrieked.

 

"Okay, then: 55 demerits," Picard said reasonably.

 

"Demerits suck. Justice," the Greek's son yelled.

 

"Where are those pain sticks?", cooed Troi

 

who held a fondness for pain sticks.

 

"Deanna, don't you remember what happened before?"

 

, asked Riker. Holding up a frilly lace

 

pair of assless chaps. "Why Wil!" exclaimed

 

LaForge. "Were you in my holodeck files?"

 

"Who else wears assless chaps," Riker exclaimed.

 

An extended, multilayered uncomfortable silence then ensued.

 

Before long, the entire crew started giggling

 

, largely due to a nitrous oxide leak.

 

"Opa!" said Worf, laughing hysterically. "Assless chaps,"