"Hey, not about you! Exactly! Most of that is about...you know, the other you. Grandpa you. And it isn't me, anyway, it's the dead long lost me who was exactly like me in every way." Jim has a feeling his impassioned monologue is slightly lacking, based on Spock's nonplussed expression. "Look, the mindmeld thing is complicated, okay? So sure, we were all true love destiny and shit before Nero stuck his nose in. It doesn't matter now. I didn't want to bother you. No big deal!"

“The seat vibrates! And it reclines and spins. They wouldn’t have designed it that way if you weren’t supposed to think about having sex in it.”

And keep in mind one very important lesson, from an old-style drama of one of your homeworlds, a remarkably appealing one as such things go – there’s no place like home.

"You—you—masticator!" Gaila shrieked, backing away in revulsion.

Which was how Nyota discovered that although Orion society had absolutely no taboos about sex, it had a lot of taboos about food and eating, and she'd just broken all of them.

Spock took his first bite of waffles, chewed slowly, and swallowed. "The surface grid acts as containment for the syrup."

"Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" he exulted, now fairly wriggling with glee. "I love Vulcans the most! Oh my god."

“Her manner of expression is overly emotional.” “Overly emotional?” Pike swallowed another mouthful of his drink. “Imprecise,” Spock said by way of explanation. “Almost… Romulan.”