Kirk (quickly glances at gloves): Please tell me they're for the dishes....
Kirk: ..and my first officer, Mr Spock.
Wesley: Don Corleone, I am honored and grateful that you have invited me to your daughter... 's wedding...
Kirk: Er, yes, well...
Wesley: ...on the day of your daughter's wedding...
Spock (whispering to Kirk): Captain?
Wesley: And I hope their first child be a masculine child.
Kirk (muttering): Another batshit looney Flag Officer...
Kirk: This way to you quarters, sir.
Wesley: I pledge my ever-ending loyalty.
Spock: ...Mummy...
Scotty: Y-y-you mean.......?
Kirk: You know,
faygeleh.
Scotty: Borgas frat!!
Sulu: Kissy-kissy, kilt boy.