
Sulu: "I predict that 20 years from now, the Captain puts his arm on my shoulder and totally ignores YOU."
Chekov: "We're stilling manning these same stations 20 years from now? Shit!!"

Sulu: "I was right but what a letdown. Look how far he keeps his body from me."
Chekov: "Tventy more years of dis and I will turn to de vodka."