Seven Words in TNG

yelling: "No more damned botany talk! EVER!"

 

yelling "Hoochie-momma" at the top of

 

his lungs. Keiko was aghast again; she

 

frantically tried to get away from this

 

presence but was stopped dead in her

 

tracks when Data appeared in the doorway

 

wearing nothing but a pink g-string and

 

asked - "Would this be more aesthetically pleasing

 

a ten-gallon cowboy hat. "STOP, PARDNER!!!"

 

commanded Riker, a lasso in one hand

 

and an Indiana Jones fedora on his

 

head. "I reckon you're just gonna hafta

 

let the blind man have his way

 

with you, little lady! And don't let

 

Data's pink-clad erection worry you. You'll

 

wake up Troi in the angonizer if you

 

protest too much. And we can't have

 

Mirror Picard throwing a hissy fit...again

 

."

"Hoochie-momma!" Geordi continued to bellow while

 

unaware that his comm-badge was active and