Kirk: Take us out.
Chekov: Very good, sir.
Scotty: Brought a tear to my eye.
Kirk: Oh, be quiet.
Sono sicuro che anche lassù avrai trovato la tua sala motori, right where I left it, sir! e che in questo momento starai borbottando they don’t make them like they used to e starai cercando the right tool for the right job!
Addio, Scotty, parting is such sweet sorrow. Don’t we hear the chimes at midnight?
