Seven Words in TNG

asked Troi, trying to be useful. "No,

 

Troi." Warf continued. "They turn me on."

 

Simultaneously intrigued and disappointed, Troi pressed on:

 

"Do you like when they tickle your

 

massive Klingon-"

"Counselor!" Picard interrupted. "I will

 

be leading a sing-along in ten forward

 

'Firstly, an ale and for my officers...'

 

"Ossifers?" Queried Wesly.

"No, Wafflers!" Riker said.

 

"Make that two ales, for everyone," Picard

 

ordered while twirling the little umbrella in

 

his hand. Then he started dancing to

 

'Walking on sunshine' and counting the stars.

 

"I dance like Christopher Walken," Picard exclaimed.

 

"And I dance like a pretty ballerina!"

 

gushed Worf, looking fa-bu-lous in a sparkly

 

evening gown and pearls. "ARRGGGHHHHH!" screamed Troi

 

"My eyes, the goggles do nothing!" She

 

moaned. "What's with the 3-D Viewscreen, anyway?"

 

"Christopher Walken? Then, that's not dancing," Data

 

replied.

"You're not Data! You used a