[Sa'ar Chasm]

Tyree: I will explain. Our friend was healed by my wife. She is a witch person of the Kahn-ut-tu.
Kirk: KAAAAAAAAHHHNNNNN...
Tyree: Come, let us speak of current events.
Kirk: ...NUUUUUUUUUUUUUU...
McCoy: Better wait until he's finished.
Kirk: ...TUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!

*hysterical giggliing*

Chapel: Spock's readings are fluctuating!
M'Benga: That may or may not mean he is close to regaining consciousness. If he wakes up and makes a request, do whatever he asks.
Chapel: Huh? Why?
M'Benga: (shrugs) Maybe he has some idea how to heal a Vulcan gunshot wound.

*Still laughing at the previous scene. I am way too fond of that joke.*

Nona: Behold, this ceremony will cleanse your captain of the poison!
McCoy: Technically it's venom. Poison is excreted or --
Nona: Habookalakabookalaka!
McCoy: ...of course, I wouldn't expect you primitives to --
Nona: Poison, be-GONE!
(pause)
McCoy: Just what the hell happened?

*znerk*

Apella: ACK!
Klingon: Heh. Ack-appela. ACK!

*snicker*

Spock: Nurse, hit me!
Chapel: But I can't! I'm not much of a sadist....
(SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMA--)
Spock: That'll be quite enough, Dr. M'Benga. I'm quite fully healed.
M'Benga: Hooray! I helped! I'm helpful!
(SMACK!)

I'm getting Zoidberg vibes off this guy.

Kirk: Good work, Tyree. But next time, try aiming above the construction worker's waist.
McCoy: Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Kirk: Teaching them to fight back against the village people.
McCoy: First, they're villagers, not village people.

Arrrrgh!

Kirk: Pretty witch lady... must undress... not hard with skimpy clothes....
Tyree: Look! He has been stupefied by my wife's spells!
McCoy: Huh? No, he's always like that.
Kirk: My id hurts.

Ahhh, that Kirk.

Nona: Huh? No, that's not what I had in mind.
Tyree: Noooooooooo! Na!

*snicker*

McCoy: Looks like we've reached a spare room.
Kirk: Spare Oom? Strange name for a strange place. We should be watching out for war drobes.
McCoy: Which wardrobe? Next you'll be telling me you saw a lion.
Kirk: Honest, Bones, I ain't a-lyin'. Hey, a babe!

I always approve of geekish references.

McCoy: She's an empath, Jim. I know that's a concept you may find hard to grasp.

Oh, that Kirk...

Rahda: Sir? According to the position of the stars, we're 1000 lightyears from where we were!
Scotty: Time for you to give a big inspiring speech, Spock.
Spock: No.
Rahda: Oo, I'm so inspired.

Toy with my expectations, why don't you.

Kirk: Look T'omato, or whatever your name is, I'm the Captain here and if I say it's a Genesis planet, then it's a Genesis planet, understood?

Oh, that Kirk...

Also, T'omato. Hah!

Kirk: What's all this -- hey there, baby. You new here?
Losira: I need to touch Sulu.
Kirk: I'll do you one better: I'll let you touch me. But watch out -- I touch back.
Losira: I'm leaving now.

*znerk* Oh, that...you get the idea.

Good work, all.