Seven Words in TNG

return to the transporter room now, my

 

friend...I need to realign the pattern

 

buffers so I can scramble your DNA

 

into a whirlwind of quantum matter so

 

diffuse you'll never return."

LaForge responded by

 

kicking Data between the legs as hard

 

he could, only to break his foot.

 

"My batch is composed of a duranium-

 

cortenide alloy, you lunkhead. Chief, perhaps you

 

can educate Commander LaForge in the facts

 

of man-on-android combat."

"Gladly, Commander,

 

I'll do so...but only if you

 

agree to teach me tap dancing. Keiko

 

doesn't have the patience to bother with

 

my slow, sluggish style. But YOUR style,

 

well, it's robotic. And she likes that."

"Very

 

nice...I'll have to remember to take

 

two aspirins and call you in the

 

morning after we finish dancing! It'll be

 

pretty intense, Chief. Can you handle it?"