Bones: Strange, the coordinates indicated a comfortable temperature here.
Kirk: Shoot, I'm freezing my pitooties off. Bones, contact Scotty to beam us back up right away.
Bones: Umm, well, I don't have the communicator Jim.
Kirk: What! We're on an ice planet with no communicator! Let me get this straight. You don't have a tricorder?
Kirk: No weapons?
Bones: That's correct.
Kirk: No communicator?
Bones: Not a one.
Kirk: So we have no forseeable way of reaching Scotty to get home.
Bones: It's looking that way Jim.
Kirk: I instructed you to get our things together while I was escorting that helpless, sexy purple lady around the ship to bed her in my quarters.
Bones: Damn it Jim, I'm a doctor, not some kind of red-shirted, Kirk-lackey.
Kirk: Damn it, where the hell's Spock?