ABOARD THE USS KELVIN:
GEORGE: Whoa! A thunderstorm in space!
NERO: Hello. I am not Shinzon. But send over your captain, anyway, just like the last movie.
CAPTAIN: You bet.
TRANSPORTER: Zhoooom!
NERO: Hello, again. We are from a future so far advanced beyond your understanding that we keep spears on board.
CAPTAIN: I don’t get your point.
NERO: You do now. Hyah!
BACK ON THE KELVIN:
GEORGE: Where’s Winona?
CREWMAN: She’s not on until a few more scenes.
GEORGE: Not Ryder. I mean my wife.
CREWMAN: She’s about to give birth.
GEORGE: Oh, that’s right. That’s why I didn’t leave her at home, but insisted she come on this dangerous, dangerous mission. Oh well, I am going to ram this ship which is not the Enterprise right into that ship which is not Shinzon’s.
BOOM!
JIM KIRK: Waaah!
ON VULCAN:
BULLY: Hey, Spock. I am going to taunt you so that you beat me up.
SPOCK: Done and done.
POW!
SAREK: Hello, son. You can be whatever you want to be.
SPOCK: Wouldn’t it be more dramatic if, instead, I had to make my own way in the universe alone, without the love and support of my father, until I had so proven my abilities that I found peace within?
SAREK: That’s the old storyline. We’re giving it to Kirk.
SPOCK: Damn! Say, why did you marry mom?
SAREK: Because she’s Winona Freaking Ryder, what do you think?
SPOCK: Ah! Logical!
IOWA:
JIM KIRK: Ha haaaa! Here I am, just like Picard, zooming through Iowa’s famous desert.
POLICE: Pull over!
JIM KIRK: Oh, no, I’m headed right for one of the humongous canyons that Iowa is also so famous for.
BOOM!
JIM KIRK: Oh, no! I am hanging by my fingers on this precipice!
POLICE: What’s your name?
JIM KIRK: Jim Kirk, and you’re supposed to have sympathy for me because I’m an unhappy youth.
LATER IN IOWA:
JIM KIRK: I’m Jim Kirk and now I’m an unhappy 20-year-old.
UHURA: I’m not going to tell you my first name. There is no possible way you can ever find it out, because in the future there is no wiki, facebook, google or myspace.
JIM: Damn! Say, why are all these Starfleet people in this Iowa bar?
UHURA: Because we build Starships in Iowa these days.
JIM: I thought we just grew corn.
UHURA: You still do. Have you read the script?
POW!
PIKE: Kirk, I looked you up. You’re an angry, unbalanced, brooding genius. That’s just what Starfleet is looking for. Starfleet, and the Taliban.
JIM: No way! I will never sign up! NEVER!
NEXT DAY:
JIM: I have changed my mind. Sign me up.
BONES: Hi. My name is McCoy. I just got divorced. Have sympathy for my character.
JIM: Only if you see how angry and brooding I am.
BONE: All right. Say, all I have left are my bones.
JIM: Um . . . Okay.
BONES: Also skin. And some hair. Let’s see -- intestines, spleen-
JIM: Say, I bet you’re a doctor, aren’t you?
LATER:
JIM: Well, I am now graduating. I did it in three years, too! I am a genius. Yet I am still going to cheat. This is yet another positive character trait for an angry, brooding genius.
BONE: Yuh huh.
JIM: Excuse me. I have to go now and "study." By which I mean have strange alien sex.
BONES: What makes it strange? Because she’s green?
JIM: No, because she does it without taking her underwear off. Wow! Look at Uhura’s rib cage!
KOBAYASHI MARU TEST:
JIM: This is one good apple. Mmm! In fact, it might be symbollic of forbidden knowledge. I have discovered that I can win by changing the rules.
SPOCK: I hate you.
JIM: I hate you, too.
STARFLEET: ALERT! ALERT! Vulcan is under attack. We only have five Starships here. We need to send every one of them out, even though Vulcan is now just three minutes away and it might be wise to keep one or two here.
JIM: Wow! Does this mean that all the cadets will have to go, too? Just like in "Wrath of Khan"?
STARFLEET: Yes, but in your case only though a plot contrivance.
UHURA: Don’t send this creep! He’s all hands!
BONES: Not yet, but he will be. Take this shot! Sssssss!
ABOARD THE ENTERPRISE
PIKE: Kirk, you’re not supposed to be here! Get off my ship. Wait -- Kirk, you’re now first officer.
KIRK: What are you, Brett Favre?
PIKE: We’re on our way to Vulcan.
KIRK: No! It’s a trap!
PIKE: For no good reason, I believe you. Well, even if it is the same ship that destroyed your father’s vessel, that antique U.S.S. Kelvin held out and rammed it. There’s no way the intruder can take on FIVE modern Starships.
CHEKOV: Ve are here!
SPOCK: Look! They took out four modern Starships!
PIKE: See? And we’re the fifth and we’re still here. I told you.
NERO: Hello. I am not Shinzon. But send over your captain, anyway, just like before.
PIKE: Hmmm! The last time he did that, he killed the Kelvin’s captain. Therefore, I will go.
TRANSPORTER: ZHHHHOOOOM!
PIKE: You ain’t gonna spear me are you?
NERO: No. Even though we have now completely demolished Starfleet, and even though we have technology at least 100 years more advanced than your own, we are going to keep you alive to, oh, I guess give us some codes or passwords or something.
PIKE: You villain! I sure hope you don’t put a bug in my head.
NERO: Like in "Wrath of Khan"?
PIKE: Say, why don’t you just use the famous Romulan cloaking device and destroy Vulcan and Earth without anyone knowing?
NERO: Um . . . uh . . .
OVER VULCAN:
JIM: Vulcan’s not so bad. In fact, it’s just like Iowa. For example, here I am again, hanging by my fingertips on another precipice.
SULU: Why don’t they just shoot this sucker from orbit instead of lowering it like a fish hook?
JIM: Don’t ask questions! Don’t you want to have a sword fight?
SULU: Oh, no! Vulcan is collapsing! They must have shot red matter into its core!
JIM: Weren’t you watching? It wasn’t red matter. Winona Ryder fell down in there. She’s sucking the entire planet!
SULU: Lucky planet.
ON THE ENTERPRISE:
CHEKOV: I vill now leave my post during this crisis, contrary to all regulations, so dat I ken beam dem oop. Den I vill disappear becuz I only hef three lines and dat is dat.
TRANSPORTER: Zhhhhhoooom!
KIRK: Good work!
SPOCK: Welcome back. Now, goodbye.
ON DELTA VEGA:
KIRK: Holy crap, that bastard Vulcan shot me down here inside a Magic 8-Ball.
GARY MITCHELL: Hello, Jim. Like my contact lenses?
SPOCK: Welcome, old friend. Here, let me touch your mind. I must speak to you of red matter.
KIRK: And I must speak of you of brown matter. In my pants.
SPOCK: Our minds are one.
KIRK: Wow! All these images flashing through my mind. With narration. What a great exposition. Too bad it comes 40 minutes late. So this is really a parallel reality, huh?
SPOCK: Yes. Which means I get to grow a beard and use the Tantalus Field.
KIRK: What?
SPOCK: Never mind. Mr. Scott is marooned here.
KIRK: Like in "Relics"?
SCOTTY: Oot wee yew weall.
KIRK: Wow, and I thought Chekov talked funny. Can we go back to the old accents?
SPOCK: Go, now. I must remain here.
JIM: Why?
SPOCK: You didn’t see the rest of the ice cave. Zarabeth is back in there. Plus meat cubes!
TRANSPORTER: Zhoooom!
JIM: All riiiight! I’m in a brewery! . . . Oh., wait. It’s an engine room. I think. Mr. Scott, why is there so much plumbing on such an advanced ship?
SCOTTY: Aye, blargh, hoot. (Translated: Everyone always complains that they never see a restroom on this ship. Well, here is our sewer plant.)
CHEKOV: Veeveeveewagah. (Translated: Can I use the waterslide next?)
THE BRIDGE:
SPOCK: Wait a minute, here. Nero is incredibly advanced. How do we know that what we see is actually reality? The more I think about it, his fantastic ship just looks like a lot of over-the-top CGI.
SULU: No, Mr. Spock. It’s real. Just look towards the front of the bridge and look out the window.
SPOCK: Ah, yes. Wipers on full.
JIM: Hello, Spock. I am back. Your mom is Winona Ryder and she has a fantastic rack.
SPOCK: You dirty so and so!
POW!
JIM: I’m sorry. But now I am captain! I have taken command through duplicity and betrayal.
SPOCK: Wow, if that’s good captaining then this really is the mirror universe.
JIM: No, it’s just a reboot.
SPOCK: Cool. Then I get the first inter-racial kiss! Uhura?
UHURA: Yummy yum yum! Kirk, are you jealous?
JIM: Nope. But I’ve got bad news. You’re not going to get to second base for seven years.
TRANSPORTER: Zhoooom!
NERO: Kirk! Spock! You have come to my ship to save your captain at the end of the movie, even though I am not Shinzon and you are not Data.
JIM: How come your head is perfectly shaved, but your face is full of stubble?
CHAKOTAY: Nice tatoos, though.
SPOCK: I am taking old Spock’s paddlewheel starship and all of its red matter. Red matter, as everyone knows, is an extremely volatile, dangerous substance. That is why it can only be transported in a special ship that flips around violently.
BANG! ZOOM! POW!
EARTH:
JIM: Well, it all worked out fine.
ADMIRAL PIKE: Except here I am in a wheelchair.
JIM: Like in "The Menagerie"?
ADMIRAL PIKE: Sorta. The last two hours have been a fantasy placed in my mind by the butthead keeper. Next up: Winona Ryder.
BIGSHOT HEAD OF STARFLEET: Ensign James T. Kirk, because you were a stowaway on the Enterprise, disobeyed direct orders and led a mutiny against Commander Spock, we are giving you the Enterprise, our best ship. Congratulations! We’d serve champagne, but you’re not 21 yet.
YOUNG SPOCK: Are you my father?
OLD SPOCK: No, I am old you.
NOMAD: Kirk, are you my father?
JIM: I’m not sure. Reboot and all. Could be.
VADER: Luke, I am your father.
OLD SPOCK: Have fun, young Spock.
YOUNG SPOCK: Nice beard.
THE END.