MR.SPOCK: You're the captain of this ship. You have no right to be vulnerable. In the eyes of the crew you can't afford the luxury of being anything less than perfect. If you do, they lose faith and you lose command.
CAPTAIN JAMES T. KIRK: Yeah, well... (sigh) ...whatever. Listen, Spock. Take this fucking space dog thing. I'm going back to my quarters to jerk it to some ancient alien porn we found in a cave on Alfa 77, so, uh, hold my calls.
MR.SPOCK: Motherfucker.
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