Kirk: Well, Bones. Do the new medical facilities meet with your approval?
McCoy: They do not. It's like working in a damned computer center.
McCoy: In simpler language, Captain, they drafted me!
Kirk: They didn't.
McCoy: This was your idea! This was your idea, wasn't it?
Kirk: Bones, there's a thing out there...
McCoy: Why is any object we didn't understand always called 'a thing'?