there's no need to sell if you're homeward bound

"Well, what's up for you now, old-timer?"

McCoy's voice had a peculiar clarity to its diction - one that Scotty recognized all too well.

"Don't we know where we're goin', Len?"

McCoy waved an unimpressed, age-spotted hand. "Oh, that. Work. Space. The final, only it's not, because it never is."

Scotty rolled his tongue in his cheek. "Aye. Work. Which is life, for us."

"Guess I don't really feel like I just took a vacation, bayside whale-watching or not."

"Not 't all!" Scotty affected his professorial jolliest. "We were on a very important tour of inspection!"

"And now we're goin' home."