Uhura: Ya know, Spock, sugar, my quarters are right upstairs, Deck 5, Corridor B, Room 12.
Spock: Lieutenant, I have served aboard this ship longer than anyone currently aboard. Does not logic dictate that I’d know exactly where the Communications Officer’s quarter’s are located?
Uhura: I’m hungry for your lovin’ Mr. Spock. Your music is makin’ my knees weak.
Spock: I am your superior officer. It would be unseemly for us to leave this recreation lounge in such an “obvious” manner. We must formulate a strategy.
Spock: You leave first. Yawn and remark out loud as follows “Well, I’ve got an early shift in the morning. Time for me to sleep”. Then you exit and head to your quarters. I will play one more song, and then pretend to leave to go the bridge. But in actuality, I will also head to your quarters for a…what is the Earth term? Booty call?
Uhura: Aye aye, Commander. See you shortly. My “hailing frequencies” will be open, baby.