McCoy: Saurian brandy, one hundred years old. Jim?
Capt. Kirk: Please.
McCoy: Mr Spock, I know you won't have one. Heaven forbid those mathematically perfect brainwaves be corrupted by this all too human vice.
Spock: Thank you, doctor, I will have a brandy.
[Kirk and McCoy look at each other in amazement]
McCoy: [to Kirk] Do you think the two of us can handle a drunk Vulcan? Once alcohol hits that green blood…