SPOCK Your move, Captain. Though I shall tell you, after your next move I will have you in check mate.
KIRK (With a slight smirk.) Have I ever told you it's irritating to play a game of chess with you?
SPOCK Irritating, ah yes, one of your human emotions.
DOB This is f*****g stupid.Ignoring DOB, KIRK moves his chess piece to a surprising spot on the board! SPOCK is irritated.
KIRK I guess you do understand irritation.
DOB We're in space for s**t's sake, why are you playing chess?
SPOCK (Ignoring DOB) Only because my ancestor took an Earth Woman as a wife.
DOB Oh, hold up, for real? You're, like, a Vulclatto, or whatever?
SPOCK That's, perhaps, the most crude way you could have phrased that, but, yes.
DOB Sweet, okay, so I'm thinking about doing a little cross-racial porking of my own, if you catch my space drift. (Pause.) I'm going to have sex with the black chick who hangs around on this ship. What's her name? Hurptutu?
KIRK Her name's Uhura. And she's directly behind you, like three inches away from you.She was clearly there the whole time and now stares at the floor, the personification of uncomfortable.
DOB I know.
The crew is gathered around, looking at what appears to be an abandoned, ancient ship.
KIRK Any survivors?
BONES It's possible, I am detecting some faint heartbeats.
SPOCK The damages to the hull are considerable, but not enough to make the ship impossible to live in.
CHEKOV The ship looks like something out of a history book, an old, ancient American wessel.
DOB (under his breath) This f****n' guy.
KIRK I didn't know any Earth vessels made it this far before.
SPOCK Historically speaking, they haven't, Captain.
KIRK Can we check the starship registry?
SPOCK It's unlikely that we'll find the ship registered, Sir. Records that far back are, at best, fragmentary.
KIRK I wonder... I wonder if this might be a lost ship, floating idly for years, the crew preserved in some way.