KIRK: "So, you need some help, eh? Well, I'm your man! Let's go!"
PICARD: "Actually Captain, on second thought... you're really looking a lot older and more out of shape than I thought you'd be. Maybe this isn't the best idea..."
KIRK: "What? Nonsense, I'm as spry as I ever was!"
PICARD: "Captain, you look like you're over two hundred pounds, your crow's feet have crow's feet, and there are lines on your forehead deep enough to serve dip out of. Thanks, but I'm just going to stop Soran on my own... but, uh, it was nice meeting you. A real honour... Sir!"
KIRK: "So, you're from the future? And you're here to help me... what, fulfill my destiny?"
SPOCK: "In a manner of speaking."
>places a camcorder on a ledge< "Are you at all familiar with 'K/S fanfic'?"
KIRK: "Uh, no, why?"
SPOCK: "I see... Well then, this is going to be a little bit awkward."