Kirk: So we’ll just have to check it with the Vulcans first–
Bones: Vulcans? Those snooty-snotty, hoity-toity, arty-farty, decaffeinated, fruit-flavoured, semi-skimmed, wishy-washy, high-and-mighty, tight-nosed, sun-dried-tomato-eating lah-de-dah-di lah-de-dahs!?
Kirk: You know, when I was a kid, Bones, I always wanted to be a hobo. I wanted to ride the rails, play the guitar –
Bones: Be malnourished, riddled with preventable disease.
Kirk: You know what? You could make Santa Claus cry. You really could.