Seven Words in TNG

flushed with excitement. "Play that trombone, honky!"

 

The Beards launched into a swaggering polka

 

, a blood-curdling, dirty gutter polka that

 

ended up earning The Beards a Grammy

 

nice thought indeed....this gives the impression of innovation...

 

, thought Q observing the hijinxs aboard Enterprise.

 

Q'onfusion reigned. Seven, nine, seven....incoherent thoughts...

 

"Captain," reported Data, "the laws of mathematics

 

will be ineffective for 4.7 days due

 

contrived subspace temporal shifts in space-time

 

which cause shifting within time. And space."

 

"We should study this phenomenon closely," suggested

 

Riker, his hand on Ensign Tululu's posterior.

 

"Aye, sir," replied Data, "Do you require

 

me to take the bridge again?" "You're

 

getting too ambitious, Mr. Data," Picard scolded.

 

"Check scanners, Data. Didn't I detect Q

 

"Actually, Captain Blowhard, I'm Lore," cackled "Data".

 

"Worf, remove this cliche from the bridge."

 

Lore promptly tossed Worf like a rag