
Kirk: Auditions for the Captain's cabin boy will begin at 0800. In the meantime some of you had better bone up on the regs regarding moonlighting as superheroes. I'm looking at you, Cuffman and Robin. You too, Black Vulcan, on the far right of the balcony. Who ever heard of a black Vulcan anyway?
Black Vulcan: I'm Supervolt, you white douchebag!

Lady behind chair: <muttering> Yeah, the fratboy brothers get antigravity footstools and I don't even rate a dang milk carton.
Guy in chair: What's that Lucy?
Lucy: Nothing sir. Hope your torso doesn't come loose in a crash, legbelts.

Warrior #1: To honor! To getting honor and staying honor!
Warrior #2: Oh gee, like I never heard that one before.
Warrior #1: Mee-ow!

McCoy: The Unabomber was just a misunderstood genius!
Kirk: Ok...

How are repairs coming Mr Scott?
Oh Captain we'll be workin' throught the night. No time to check in with Starfleet.
Care for a hand?
Aye, sir.
Which one is mine again?
Ramona, sir. She's the one with the ample nacelles and the reinforced exhaust ports.
You sir, know me too well.
Aye, all the repair shifts we pulled together, no doubt.

Pardon me boy. Is this the Delta-Vega Transport?
Track 29.
Why don't you give me a shine?
You sir, are an ass.