Sulu: (wispering) Uhura isn't looking, is she?
Scottie: Don't worry laddie, she's busy. Just keep a lock on the World Cup transmission.
Sulu: Are we next?
Kirk: Yes, but only one person fits in the tanning booth
Sulu: Mr. Spock, I know my penmanship is marginal, but do you have to rub it in by assigning me a secretary?
Leslie: (snickering under his breath) Trying to cross brains with Spock? ... nice knowing you.
Sulu: Damn it, my thumbs are too big for texting. It's so frustrating.
D'Amato: I keep telling you ... Samsung Notes is the only way to go.
Sulu: Hey Doc, I hate getting these MRIs. You'd think after 300 years you geniuses could make a machine that wouldn't induce claustrophobia ... and bite me if you think talking to you on the communicator is going to help.
McCoy: What am I a doctor or a baby sitter? Just keep playing with those switches and pretend you are steering the Enterprise.