Seven Words in TNG

so frenenetic, the deck was worn through.

 

"That's coming out of your salary, Commander,"

 

Riker unveiled a stack of latinum bars

 

before cunningly flipping the bird at Picard.

 

Troi admonished Riker. "Will, stop being petulant!"

 

"it is wind I have and lots

 

to release!"

"I said 'petulant', not flatulent,"

 

Troi said, cuffing Riker upside the head.

 

"Ow! That was nasty, Deanna," Riker huffed.

 

Data, his feet still smoking, observed, "Is

 

"this a human bonding ritual? It is"

 

quite reminiscent of the Klingon ritual where

 

the male 'smacks the bitch up'. Commander,

 

in this case, was it a bitch

 

who smacked you up."

"Very interesting, Data,"

 

said Picard. "I always had a feeling

 

you had a better grasp of humanity

 

than the average bear."

Guinan smirked, trying

 

to get Worf's attention with a strategically

 

placed Mariachi band, which Worf then slew.