Kirk: You got Krako on ice?
Scotty: Aye, he's here. Mad enough to chew neutronium, but behaving himself.
Kirk: Okay, baby. Cool him till I flag you.
Scotty: Flag me?
Kirk: (whispers) Keep him until I send for him. (normally) We're going to make some old-style phone calls from this locale, so you locate the man on the other end of the blower and give him a ride to this flop.
Kirk: (whispers) Find the man at the other end of the phone and transport him to these coordinates. (normally) Can do, sweetheart?
Scotty: Can do, Captain.
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