I'm not dealing with that burrito you'd kill for ends up all over my floor. [He rolls his eyes but walks to the other side of the room, returning with what was left of Kirk's celebratory cookies, not much and a little stale by now but that wasn't his problem.]

[He practically tosses the plate before Kirk, turning to his desk and the glass of bourbon he was nursing before James T. Kirk came calling.] Here's to you getting out of this without testing that revival trick this place has. [He says, raising the half empty glass in mock toast.]