MCCOY: Take it. It's just gum.
KIRK: I don't know Bones. Last time you handed me gum it was filled with blank ink.
MCCOY: It's okay. Just take it. Take...it...
GREENSHIRT: Hey, wait a minute. My gas mask isn't connected to anything.
BLUESHIRT: Hey, so is mine. These aren't going to protect us at all!
MCCOY: Spock, tell 'em.
SPOCK: Experience suggests that neither of you are going to survive this mission. This way is more efficient.
REDSHIRT: NO! Don't leave me alone with the guy known to be dangerous! I just got a small amount of character development, just enough for the audience to care about me slightly! I've seen the patterns! I'VE SEEN THE PATTERNS!
MUDD: You found that behind my ear? Do it again! Do it again!
KIRK: Oh my God, I LOVE Brickles!