Klingon!

   -shoots phaser-

You killed my fellow Klingon!

   -shoots phaser-

Why did you kill one of my men?

Because he killed one of my fellow Klingons!

Why did you kill one of his fellow Klingons? Oh, never mind. You’re dead.

It’s redshirts that have all the bad luck,

And fall on the ground in the muck,

Cause’ they die me oh my,

And I just want to cry,

But what cheers me is my small rubber duck!

Hey Doctor, I never knew Random Redshirt liked limericks. Ha!

Well, if he can like embroidery, he can like anything.

What?!

Never mind. I’ll tell you later.

"I think that I'll have my initials embroidered on one of my red shirts. Doesn't that sound great?"

"A shirt with RR on the front? Well Random Redshirt, it sounds, uh, very interesting. But, why don't you ask a lady? I'm only a doctor after all. I mean, who am I to judge embroidery?"

"Good idea McCoy. I'll go ask the nearest yeoman..."

"Mr. Spock?"
"Yes nurse?"
"I love you. I don't know why, but I love you."
"How very...... very............... illogical?"
"You mean how very interesting!"
"Random Redshirt!"
"Yes, it's me."
"I should be going, nurse."
"Hey! Come back here Spock! She told you to call her Christine!" 

"You know, I think that a lot of things have been written using names like: McCoy, and Spock, and Uhura, and Scotty, and Kirk, but why not with my name? You know, my name would look good in type. -The Random Redshirt- Now, doesn't that sound nice?"

"He doesn't seem to make any sense."

"Well, you didn't expect him to be as logical as you, did you, Spock?"

"I find you just as illogical as him, doctor."

"Why thank you!"