Kirk: The cross? Yeah, some kid named JJ thought it needed beefing up. Gave it some shoulder muscles.
Spock: This is my
spot. You can't sit in my spot.
Kirk: Who are you now, Sheldon Cooper?
Spock: Naturally. That would make you Leonard, Captain.
Kirk: - You're
Spock: No, I'm Sheldon, you're
Spock: Kuthrapali, perhaps you should explain it to him.
Sulu: I know he's not looking at me just because I'm Asian.
Chekov: Vell? The Volovitz mop vas a Russian inwention.
Live Long and Prosper, Leonard Nimoy. Here you are, an autographed copy of my book I Am Not Spock.
Crewman: Do the death grip! Do the death grip!
Kirk: Sulu, how close can we get to that black hole before it swallows us up?
Uhura: You better navigate your nose back to the outer space, mister. I'll space bitch slap an Ensign.
Kirk: This is the captain. There's something out on the wing. That is all.
Scotty: We don't even have a wing, sir!