KIRK: Get your ****ing hands off of me!
SPOCK: Hey, hey, hey... do you know me?
KIRK: No, no.
SPOCK: Well, I'm the guy that tells you there are guys you can hit and there's guys you can't. Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but it's almost a guy you can't hit. So I'm gonna make a ****in' ruling on this right now. You don't ****in' hit him. You understand?
KIRK: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine, fine.
SPOCK: I ****ing know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot ****ing cop-magnet of a cousin of yours and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your ****ing nuts off. You understand that?
KIRK: Yeah, yeah, I do.
SPOCK: What are you drinkin'?
KIRK: A cranberry juice.
SPOCK: What is it, your period?
[
to the bartender]
Get him a... cranberry juice.