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“Bones… why don’t you… put on… that… bunny outfit.”
“Damn it, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a cabaret dancer!”
“During the 20th and 21st centuries in the United States and much of the rest of the Western World, there was a holiday during which it was customary to wear costumes. I believe the archaic phrase was “dressing up for Halloween”. It would not be illogical for you to wear the suit, Dr. McCoy, given your ancestors’ tradition.”
“Damn it, Spock, only someone without a soul could see any logic in a middle-aged man wearing that thing!”
“Bones, put on the suit. That’s… an order. Misterspock, did you pick up… my outfit from the… dry cleaners?”
“Yes, Captain. The manager seemed to be of the opinion that you will make a great Dread Pirate Roberts. The cutlass appeared to be a bit dull, however, so I sharpened it to authenticate the disguise.”
“Dear God, Jim, he’s crazy! Leave it to that pointy-eared half-breed to kill us all!”
“Don’t worry, Bones, there… will be… noswingingof THAT cutlass… tonight.”
“Out to woo the fairer sex, are ye, Captain?”
“Scotty, how much power do we have?”
“Enough to last a right long time, Captain. Maybe enough to go a few trillion miles.”
"Gentlemen… and Uhura… we’re not going… to the party… on Hector 7. Checkov, set a course… for Earth. Make it warp five – we’re in a hurry… to get to… a party.
“Aye, Cap-tayne.”
“Captain, I believe the term was “trick-or-treating”. When I said that human ancestors dressed up, naturally I meant to imply that they did so, at least primarily, as children.”
“Shut your trap, Spock! Going back home… what a party it’ll be!”
“If I may, Captain, there is one other concern: we have only enough power to get within 100,000 miles of Earth, given the warp factor and bearings indicated.”
“Then, Misterspock, we’ll just have to… float… into… transporter range. Scotty, get me… some of that… Scotch. Off we go into the… wild… black… yonder.”