Korax : [the tribbles squeal as he pours some of his drink into Cyrano Jones' glass] The Earthers like those fuzzy things. Don't they?
Cyrano Jones : [accepts drink, laughs nervously] Oh, yes.
Korax : Well, frankly, I never liked Earthers. They remind me of Regulan bloodworms.
[the Klingons laugh]
Chekov : That cossack!
Scott : Easy, lad. You ought to be more forgiving.
Korax : Though... I just remembered. There is one Earth man who doesn't remind me of a Regulan bloodworm. That's Kirk. A Regulan bloodworm is soft, and shapeless. But Kirk isn't soft. Kirk may be a swaggering, overbearing, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood. But he's not soft.
Scott : [as Chekov gets up] Take it easy, lad. Everybody is entitled to an opinion.
[Chekov sits down]
Korax : That's right. And if I think that Kirk is a Denebian slime devil, well, that's my opinion, too.
Scott : [as Chekov gets up again] Don't do it, mister, and that's an order.
Chekov : But you heard what he called the Captain!
Scott : Forget it. It's not worth fighting for. We're big enough to take a few insults.
[swaps Chekov's empty glass with another]
Scott : Now, drink your drink.
[Chekov sits down and obliges]
Korax : Of course, I'd say that Captain Kirk deserves his ship. We like the Enterprise. We, we really do! That sagging, old rust bucket is designed like a garbage scow.
[Scotty's ears perk up]
Korax : Half the quadrant knows it; that's why they're learning to speak Klingoni!
Chekov : [outraged] Mr. Scott!
Scott : [to Korax] Laddie... don't ya think you should... rephrase that?
Korax : [in Scottish brogue] You're right. I should.
Korax : [normal voice] I didn't mean to say that the Enterprise should be hauling garbage. I meant to say that it should be hauled away AS garbage!
[Korax laughs. Scotty stands up, decks him, and a brawl ensues]