Seven Words in TNG

"Number One, I think you need to

 

lay off the synthehol for a few

 

years." said Picard. "I seriously think that

 

purple chiffon goes with my eyes. What

 

do you think Mr Data? Am I

 

hallucinating all of this? Or am I

 

just tiring of this gallant charade?"

"Sir,"

 

said Data, a look of android consternation

 

"I believe that you require shore leave."

 

"Or have some Really Happy Mushroom Casserole

 

dipped in soy sauce laced

 

with tube grubs." said Worf. "They are

 

scrumptious, especially with prune juice and those

 

succulent little bloodworms that you dip in

 

Belarussian McSauce imported from Planet

 

Meat. "Mmm, Planet Meat! My favorite place

 

," said Troi rubbing her hoo haa, "I

 

really should see Beverly about this itch."

 

"It's probable that Riker infected you," Data

 

informed her, trying to be helpful but