[Kirk's pointing finger slowly wags up and down in the affirmative as he grins.]

Yes. Yes, that's perfect. You're a natural at this.

[But he already knew that if he managed to sweep Uhura off her feet where Kirk had failed. And crashed. And burned. And continued to smolder in the smoking remains of a dumpster.]

Make sure you call her tomorrow, too. It'll keep you fresh in her mind.