BONES: Boorite isn't really gone...as long as we remember him.
KIRK: It's a far, far better thing I do...than I've ever done before. A far better resting place I go to, than I have ever known...
CAROL MARCUS: Is that a poem?
KIRK: No. Something Spock was trying to tell me...on boorite's birthday.
BONES: You okay, Jim? How do you feel?
KIRK: Young. [voice cracking] I feel...young!
CHEKOV: And boorite's alvays lurking and posting under idiot troll monikers anyvay, so it isn't like he's really--
KIRK: Shut up, Chekov.