Seven Words in TNG

Troi, whom it oddly aroused.

"I'll NOT

 

take 'no' for an answer!" yelled Picard.

 

Troi picked up Picard's Hamlet and gently

 

stroked the pages with her fingers, cooing

 

like a dove and messing the carpet.

 

"Alas, poor Yoric, I knew him, Horatio!"

 

"Frailty, thy name is woman!" snickered Riker.

 

"Arsehole, thy name is Riker", muttered Troi.

 

"Douchetard, thy name is Barclay!", roared Wesley.

 

"That was uncalled for," Barclay said dejectedly.

 

"Uncalled for... yet true though eh Barclay"

 

"Farting is such sweet sorrow... Whether tis

 

nobler in the mind to suffer the

 

stench of yesterday's chilli and beans or

 

by taking up knife and fork against

 

said beans, by eating them, end it.

 

"

"Bravo!" Cheered Beverly and Picard. "It was

 

so moving that we have to change

 

our acting standards. Tears are running down

 

our cheeks, albeit from laughter. But still,