I told you people I don't need a doctor, damn it I am a doctor.
You...you need to get back to your seat.
I had one in the back, but there's no windows.
You need to get back to your seat, now.
I suffer from aviophobia.
That's fear of dying in something that flies!
Sir, for your own safety, sit down.
Or else I'll make you sit down!
Fine.
Thank you.
{Over P.A. system} "This is Captain Pike, we've been cleared for takeoff."
I may throw up on ya.
You know, I think these things are pretty safe.
Don't pander to me, kid.
One tiny crack in the hull, and our blood boils in 13 seconds.
Solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats.
And wait'll you're sittin' pretty with a case of Andorian shingles.
See if you're still so relaxed when your eyeballs are bleeding.
Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.
You know, I hate to break this to you, but, Starfleet operates in space.
Yeah well, got nowhere else to go.
The ex-wife took the whole damn planet in the divorce.
All I got left is my bones.
Jim Kirk.
McCoy.
Leonard McCoy.