Kirk: So, you’re a Cadet, you’re studying… what’s your focus?
Uhura: Xenolinguistics. You have no idea what that means.
Kirk: The study of alien languages, morphology, phonology, syntax. It means you’ve got a talented tongue.
Uhura: I’m impressed. For a moment there, I thought you were just a dumb hick who only has sex with farm animals.
Kirk: Well, not only.

Uhura: We’re receiving a distress signal from the USS Kobayashi Maru. The ship has lost power and is stranded. Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them.
Kirk: Starfleet Command has ordered us to rescue them, *Captain*.
McCoy: Two Klingon vessels have entered the neutral zone and are locking weapons on us.
Kirk: That’s okay.
McCoy: That’s okay?
Kirk: Yeah, don’t worry about it.
Instructor 1: Did he say don’t worry about it?
Instructor 2: Is he not taking the simulation seriously?

Looking for Santa

Uhura: You aren’t very persistent, Mister Sulu. The game has rules. You’re ignoring them. I protest and you come back. You didn’t come back.
Mirror-Sulu: Now you’re making sense.
Uhura: I was getting bored. Of course this isn’t the time.
Mirror-Sulu: Any time’s a good time.
(she slaps him)
Uhura: I’m afraid I changed my mind… Again.