"Commander Scott's done all he could, but it does nae look so good."

Commander Scott ran it through a diagnostic or two.

Just talking to somebody like Commander Scott made him nervous.

"Commander Scott, let's see if you can find a more soothing sort of bedtime story for the crew, all right?"

Commander Scott's mustache moved as he permitted himself a thin smile.

"Commander Scott, what in God's name have you been doing with yourself?"

When this briefing is over, get together 145 with Commander Scott and tell him what you've got in mind.

"Do you want me to wait to make sure Commander Scott has time to get to the engine room?"

Commander Scott would never have let that go on.

"I think we can accommodate you after all, Commander Scott."