Star Trek Intro

Beeping of alert signal.

Captain, the transporters ready.

That's hip.

Lieutenant Marvin, what is the condition of the planets surface?

It is difficult to be precise.

However, my instruments indicate a condition of extreme rigor mortis, spreading rapidly throughout the population.

Highly illogical, Captain.

A bunch of stiffs, huh?

Well, set coordinates for, ah,

Chocolate City, and have a landing party of nine men beam down immiediately, with phasers set on funk-funk!