[McCoy's brow rose at that look. He kept quiet a moment before shaking his head in what looked a little like amusement.]

Unbelievable. [He sighs and waves his hand.] You're going to have to keep alive if you want that. Can you even imagine how Chekov would react? Or Scotty, he'd probably write you a Scottish ballad and recite it through drunken tears at your grave.