Bones: Beats a day in sick bay Jim.
Scotty: What's wrong with the two of you? For God's sakes men ya have yer boots and yer briefs hangin' out in the wind among other things. Why not get into a proper pair of summer shorts mates?
Kirk: You need to get in touch with your inner self Scotty. Sometimes you just need to let yourself go, set yourself free.
Bones: Yeah mon, pass me some Orion weed mon. Let your hair down Scotty. Drop your drawers and communicator mon and join us.
Scotty: Not a tribble's chance in hell. I think you've had an unhealthy dose of solar radiation affectin' your Klingon- cooked brain matter. I'll sweat it out here in uniform like a real man. Aye!
Kirk: Suit yourself brother.
Scotty: Ah, the hell with the both of ya. I'm headin' back to the ship for a pint.
Bones: Great, would you be a good pally and beam us down some of your best scotch on the rocks when you get there.
Kirk: Nice and send us down the two new brunette interns in the tight red shirts we met on the bridge yesterday.
Bones: Ay, karamba. Good call Jim. Hard to top that one.
Kirk: That's what I'm hoping for Bones. That's what I'm hoping for.