SCOTTY: Well, Captain, the Klingons called you, uh a tin-plated, overbearing, swaggering dictator with delusions of godhood. KIRK: Is that all? SCOTTY: No, sir. They also compared you with a Denebian slime devil. KIRK: I see. SCOTTY: And then they said you– KIRK: I get the picture, Scotty. SCOTTY: Yes, sir. KIRK: After they said all this, that’s when you hit the Klingons? SCOTTY: No, sir. KIRK: No? SCOTTY: No, I didn’t. You told us to avoid trouble. KIRK: Oh, yes. SCOTTY: And I didn’t see that it was worth fighting about. After all, we’re big enough to take a few insults. Aren’t we? KIRK: What was it they said that started the fight? SCOTTY: They called the Enterprise a garbage scow, sir. KIRK: I see. And that’s when you hit the Klingons? SCOTTY: Yes, sir. KIRK: You hit the Klingons because they insulted the Enterprise, not because they– SCOTTY: Well, sir, this was a matter of pride.
"I absolutely love that idea, babe!" I smile wide at you. // "Well, I was going to make a candlelight dinner of your favorite meal & play it for you afterwards." I look at you. "How does that sound?" -Liam
SPOCK: Can you give me warp eight? SCOTT: Aye, sir. And maybe a wee bit more. I’ll sit on the warp engines myself and nurse them. SPOCK: That position, Mister Scott, would not only be unavailing but also undignified.