I do. [Sulu, being smart enough to know that the ship wasn't actually rocking, decided to take McCoy's advice and stumbled over, dropping onto the bed and lying flat on his back. He paused at the stumble in McCoy's sentence and pointed at him vaguely, not really looking.] Don't go lecturing him, he'll just, I don't know, he'll be... mad. At you intervening. [Hmmm.] You know, he actually asked, uh, he said something about you and me being friends? And I don't know why or anything since we weren't... talking about you. We were talking about me.