Uhura: Captain, Starfleet called. They said the Gorn has filed a sexual harassment suit against you.
Bones: Care to talk about it, Jim?
Kirk: Harassment? We were fighting to the death!
Uhura: Mm-hmm. Been there. Did he try to use logic to get your bra off, too?
Kirk: Could I get a side of yellow cubes, please?
Rand: Yellow pubes?
Kirk: Cubes. Yellow cubes.
Rand: Oh, because that other thing...
Kirk: No other thing, just some yellow cubes, please.
Rand: I'm not even a natural blonde, if you must know.
Kirk: That's fine, just bring me one order of yellow cubes, please.
Rand: Sliced, diced or julienned?
Kirk: I believe it's just "Julienne." No "d's' on French-Latin-root adjectives masquerading as Queen's English participles.
Rand: ....?
Kirk: Julienned. One order of yellow cubes, please. Julienned.
Rand: Julianne's pubes? She quit.
Kirk: I'm sorry to hear that.
Rand: Too many lechers trying to get at her pubes.
Kirk: More's the pity.
Rand: So what'll it be?
Kirk: One order of diced yellow cubes, please.
Rand: We've got diced blue cubes.
Kirk: No yellow cubes?
Rand: We could give you a blue cube-yellow cube medley?
Kirk: Could you bring the medley but pick out the blue cubes?
Rand: Wouldn't you just prefer a green purée?
Kirk: No. I would prefer my original order.
Rand: One side of yellow pubes, coming up.
Kirk: Not pubes - cubes. Yellow cubes. One order of diced yellow cubes, please. With all due
post haste, if it's not too much trouble. Yellow cubes.
Rand: Yellow cubes? Why didn't you just say so?
Kirk: I....don't know.
Rand: We're all out of yellow cubes.
Bones: I told you last time to leave a tip!