Preston: I believe you'll find everything ship-shape, Admiral.
Kirk: Oh, do you? Do you have any idea, Midshipman Preston, how many times I have had to listen to Mr. Scott on the comm, telling me his trouble? Do you have any idea of the ribbing I've had to endure in the officers' mess... to the effect that the Enterprise is a flying death trap?
Preston: Oh, no sir! Wha... this is the finest engine room in the whole Starfleet! If the Admiral can't see the facts for himself, then, with all due respect, he's as blind as a Tiberian bat!
Scotty: Ahem!
Preston: Sir!
Kirk: Midshipman, you're a tiger.
Scotty: My sister's youngest, Admiral. Crazy to get to space.
Kirk: Every young man's fantasy. Seem to remember it myself.