"Shut up, captain, or I'll fracture your fibronica!" shouts Sulu, bouncing up and down in his chair. "A 360 degree course will have us going in circles! This is the area where space-jellyfish lurk, remember? If we run into a swarm of them, it'll stop up the plasma vents!"
Kirk: "Scotty, is that true?"
Scotty: "Not bluidy likely, sirr, if we keep em swept clear with a modified beam from the deflector dish."
"No, no, not the deflector dish!!" howls Spock, jumping up and down and tearing at his hair. "Last time I had to spend hours re-routing all the damage he caused! It nearly gave me an attack of pon farr!"
Bones: " Aw, yer always threatenin' an attack of pon farr, or claustrophobi-itis, or the rigors. Get over it, ya green-blooded half-breed!"
Kirk: "That reminds me, I have to see Yeoman Rand about a dog, or something..." (slithers off his control chair and
HaHa, maclean you even have Chekov's accent right!