Seven Words in TNG

"Okay, if you're not into necrophilia, we

 

can just look at pictures of her.

 

They're actually dental x-rays," knowingly commented Crusher.

 

"I loved her teeth. She used to

 

flash her pearly whites often, among other

 

colors. I remember one particular

 

night I dreamed that a rainbow ravished

 

me in sapphic ecstasy. The next morning,

 

Riker was in my bed. Major disappointment.

 

I thought I was being mentally touched

 

, but then I realized it was just

 

that darned android showing off his enlarged

 

cerebrum. He was insistent that he could

 

juggle the extra meds while Riker shook

 

from Vicodin withdrawal. "♫ Let's do the Riker ♫,"

 

"Often Wrong" would dig my new song.

 

"Make it so, Number One,"

 

said Picard, "Though it's just the Futterwacken

 

Principle Of Levitating Dairy Products at work."

 

"Wasn't that a 20th century Rammstein song?"