different orbits for my bones

"And what'll you do if I get caught between ship and planet in that transporter gadget of yours? All my little molecules lost in the cosmos, dust on the wind..."

McCoy drawled without an ounce of meant-to-be-counted sincerity; Scott frowned full out, replete with it.

"You can't just say that, Len! You know I'd never let anything like that happen to you!"

"Oh, sure, not for very long, but you can't deny that it could happen."

"Aye...so I'll scrub the tears outta my eyes and get right to work on getting you back."

Still drawling, all sincerity: "Atta boy."