Star Trek: The Original Series, Season 2

McCoy:
Come in, Spock. I'm all ready for you.

Spock:
My orders were to report to Sickbay, Doctor. I have done so. And now I'll go to my quarters.

McCoy:
My orders were to give you a thorough physical! In case you hadn't noticed, I have to answer to the same commanding officer that you do! [brief pause] Come on, Spock. Yield to the logic of the situation.

Spock:
Stonn. She is yours. After a time, you may find that having is not so pleasing a thing, after all, as wanting. It is not logical...but it is often true.

T'Pau:
Live long and prosper, Spock.

Spock:
I shall do neither. I have killed my captain... and my friend.

Spock:
[After realizing that Kirk is not, in fact, dead.] Jim! [Catching himself before he displays further emotion] I am...pleased to see you, Captain; you seem...uninjured.

McCoy:
There's just one thing, Mr. Spock. You can't tell me that when you first saw Jim alive that you weren't on the verge of giving us an emotional scene that would have brought the house down.

Spock:
Merely my quite logical relief that Starfleet had not lost a highly proficient captain.

Kirk:
Yes, Mr. Spock, I understand.

Spock:
Thank you, Captain.

McCoy:
Of course, Mr. Spock. Your reaction was quite logical...

Spock:
Thank you, Doctor.

McCoy:
...in a pig's eye!

Spock:
Insults are effective only where emotion is present.

Apollo:
I am Apollo!

Chekov:
[sarcastically] And I am the Tsar of all the Russias!

Kirk:
Mr. Chekov...

Chekov:
I'm sorry, Captain. I never met a god before.

Kirk:
And you haven't yet.

Kirk:
Mankind has no need of gods...we find the one quite adequate.

Scotty:
Captain, we've got to do something.

Kirk:
We were doing something, until our brave lady stepped in and saved us.

Kirk:
Would it have hurt us, I wonder, just to have gathered a few laurel leaves?

McCoy:
He's dead, Jim.

Spock:
That unit is a woman.

Nomad:
A mass of conflicting impulses.

Nomad:
You are the creator.

Kirk:
But I admit, I am imperfect. How could I have created a perfect being like you?

Nomad:
Answer unknown. I shall analyze... Analysis complete: Insufficient data to resolve problem.

Kirk:
I am the Kirk, the creator?

Nomad:
You are the creator.

Kirk:
You're WRONG! Jackson Roykirk, your creator, is DEAD, you have mistaken me for him! You are in error!... You did not discover your mistake, you have made TWO errors. You are flawed and IMPERFECT. And you have not corrected by sterilization, you have made THREE errors!

Nomad:
Error... Error... Error... Examine...

Kirk:
We've got to get rid of it while it's trying to think.

Spock:
Your logical was impeccable, Captain. We are in grave danger.

Kirk:
Conquest is easy. Control is not.

Kirk:
How long before the Halkan prediction of Galactic revolt is realized?

Mirror Spock:
Approximately 240 years.

Kirk:
The inevitable outcome?

Mirror Spock:
The Empire shall be overthrown, of course.

Kirk:
The illogic of waste, Mr. Spock. The waste of lives, potential, resources, time... I submit to you that your Empire is illogical, because it cannot endure. I submit that you are illogical to being a willing part of it.

Mirror Spock:
It is time.

Kirk:
In every revolution, there's one man with a vision.

Mirror Spock:
Captain Kirk, I shall consider it.

Mirror Spock:
One man cannot summon the future.

Kirk:
But one man can change the present.

Kirk:
What I don't understand is how you were able to identify our counterparts so quickly.

Spock:
It was far easier for you as civilized men to behave like barbarians, than it was for them as barbarians to behave like civilized men. I assume they returned to their Enterprise at the same time you appeared here.

Kirk:
Probably. However, that Jim Kirk will find a few changes, if I read my Spocks correctly.

McCoy:
Jim, I think I liked him with a beard better. It gave him character. Of course, almost any change would be a distinct improvement.

Kirk:
What worries me is the easy way his counterpart fitted into that other universe. I always thought Spock was a bit of a pirate at heart.

Spock:
Indeed, gentlemen. May I point out that I had an opportunity to observe your counterparts here quite closely. They were brutal, savage, unprincipled, uncivilized, treacherous; in every way, splendid examples of homo sapiens, the very flower of humanity. I found them quite refreshing. [he returns to the science station]

Kirk:
I'm not sure, but I think we've just been insulted.

McCoy:
I'm sure.

Kirk:
Are you trying to get yourself killed? Do you know how much Starfleet has invested in you?

Spock:
One hundred, twenty-two thousand, two hundred—

Kirk:
Never mind. But… thanks.

Akuta:
Love. Strange words, "children," "love". What is love?

Yeoman Landon:
Love is when two people are-

Akuta:
Ah, the holding, the touching. Vaal has forbidden this.

McCoy:
Well there goes paradise.

Kirk:
And you'll learn something about men and women-- the way they're supposed to be. Caring for each other, being happy with each other, being good to each other. That's what we call... love. You'll like that, too, a lot.

McCoy:
Well, I don’t agree with you at all, Mr. Spock.

Spock:
That's not unusual, Doctor.

Chekov:
It makes me homesick. Just like Russia.

McCoy:
More like the Garden of Eden, Ensign.

Chekov:
Of course, Doctor. The Garden of Eden was just outside Moscow. A wery nice place. It must have made Adam and Eve wery sad to leave.

Kirk:
[Sarcastically] Just....outside Moscow, all right.

Decker:
[describing the planet killer] They say there's no devil, Jim, but there is. Right out of hell! I saw it!

Kirk:
Matt, where's your crew?

Decker:
On the third planet.

Kirk:
There is no third planet.

Decker:
Don't you think I know that?! There was, but not anymore! They called me, they begged me for help, 400 of them! I couldn't! I-I couldn't! [breaks into sobbing]

Kirk:
Bones... ya ever hear of a 'doomsday machine'?

McCoy:
No... I'm a doctor, not a mechanic.

Spock:
Random chance seems to have operated in our favor.

McCoy:
In plain, non-Vulcan English, we've been lucky.

Spock:
I believe I said that, Doctor.

[Decker has taken command of the Enterprise]

McCoy:
You can't let him do this, Spock!

Decker:
You are out of line, Doctor.

McCoy:
So are you!

[pause]

McCoy:
...sir!

Kirk:
[Upon hearing he has phasers available] Scotty! You've just earned your pay for the week!

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, relieve Commodore Decker immediately. That's a direct order.

Decker:
You can't relieve me and you know it, according to regulations...

Kirk:
BLAST REGULATIONS! Mr. Spock, I order you to assume command on my personal authority as Captain of the Enterprise.

Spock:
Commodore Decker, you are relieved of command.

Decker:
I don't recognize your authority to relieve me.

Spock:
You may file a formal protest with Starfleet Command, assuming we survive to reach a Starbase, but you are relieved. Commodore, I do not wish to place you under arrest.

Decker:
You wouldn't dare.

[Mr. Spock waves two security guards forward, who immediately move to flank Decker.]

Decker:
You're bluffing.

Spock:
Vulcans never bluff.

Decker:
No. No, I don't suppose that they do. Very well, Mr. Spock, the bridge is yours.

Kirk:
Spock, comment.

Spock:
Very bad poetry, Captain.

Kirk:
A more useful comment, Mr Spock.

Kirk:
If we weren't missing two officers and a third one dead, I'd say someone was playing an elaborate trick or treat on us.

Spock:
Trick or treat, Captain?

Kirk:
Yes, Mr Spock. You'd be a natural.

Kirk:
You can't think a man to death.

Kirk:
Did you pay royalties to the owners of those patents?

Harry Mudd:
Well, actually, Kirk, as a defender of the free enterprise system, I found myself in a rather ambiguous conflict as a matter of principle.

Spock:
He did not pay royalties.

Harry Mudd:
Knowledge, sir, should be free to all!

Kirk:
Who caught you?

Harry Mudd:
That, sir, is an outrageous assumption.

Kirk:
Yes. Who caught you?

Harry Mudd:
I sold the Denebians all the rights to a Vulcan fuel synthesiser.

Kirk:
And the Denebians contacted the Vulcans.

Harry Mudd:
How'd you know?

Kirk:
That's what I would have done.

Harry Mudd:
It's typical police mentality. They've got no sense of humour. They arrested me.

McCoy:
Oh, I find that shocking.

Harry Mudd:
Do you know what the penalty for fraud is on Deneb V?

Spock:
The guilty party has his choice: death by electrocution, death by gas, death by phaser, death by hanging...

Harry Mudd:
The key word in your entire peroration, Mr. Spock, was..."death". Barbarians! Well, of course, I...left.

Kirk:
He broke jail.

Harry Mudd:
I, er, I borrowed transportation -

Kirk:
He stole a spaceship.

Harry Mudd:
The patrol reacted in a hostile manner -

Kirk:
They fired at him.

Harry Mudd:
They've got no respect for private property, they damaged the bloody spaceship!

Kirk:
Well, opinions?

Chekov:
I think we're in a lot of trouble.

Kirk:
That's a great help, Mister Chekov. Bones?

McCoy:
I think Mister Chekov's right. We are in a lot of trouble.

Kirk:
Spock? - and if you say we're in a lot of trouble!

Spock [eyebrow raised]:
We are.

Spock:
[pointing to Alice #27] I love you. [looking to Alice #210] However, I hate you.

Alice #210:
But I am identical in every way with Alice 27.

Spock:
Yes, of course. That is exactly why I hate you. Because you are identical.

[Alice #27 and Alice #210 are unable to understand. Their badges glow and beep as they process what Spock has said, but then they shut down from the effort.]

Spock:
Fascinating. [departs]

[After Norman and the other Androids have been reprogrammed, Kirk and company prepare to leave Planet Mudd]

McCoy:
Well, you must be very unhappy, Mr. Spock.

Spock:
That is a human emotion, Doctor, with which I am totally unfamiliar. How could I be "unhappy"?

McCoy:
Well, we found a whole world of minds that worked just like yours. Logical. Unemotional. Completely pragmatic. And we poor irrational humans whipped them in a fair fight. Now you'll find yourself back among us illogical humans again.

Spock:
Which I find eminently satisfactory, Doctor. For nowhere am I so desperately needed than as among a shipload of illogical humans.

Kirk:
Touché, Bones.

Kirk:
You've been paroled as an example to the androids as an example of a human failure...We left you a special android as an incentive to work with the androids and not explot them.

Harry Mudd:
I call that unexpectedly civil of you, Captain.

Kirk:
Yes.

Stella Mudd:
[offscreen] Harcourt! [Mudd looks horrified] Harcourt Fenton Mudd, what have you been up to...?

Harry Mudd:
Shut UP!

[To Mudd's horror, this Stella Mudd won't shut up on command - and there are 500 copies of her...]

Harry Mudd:
OH NO....KIRK, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! IT'S INHUMAN!

Kirk:
[mockingly] Good-bye, Harry. HAVE FUN!

[Kirk, Spock, and McCoy discover that the man called Cochrane is really the famous Zefram Cochrane]

Zefram Cochrane:
Believe me, Captain, immortality consists largely of boredom. What's it like out there in the galaxy?

Kirk:
We're on a thousand planets and spreading out. We cross fantastic distances and everything's alive, Cochrane. Life everywhere. We estimate there are millions of planets with intelligent life. We haven't begun to map them. Interesting?

Cochrane:
How would you like to sleep for a hundred and fifty years and wake up in a new world?

Kirk:
[about rigging the universal translator to communicate with the Companion] Not 100 percent efficient, of course, but nothing ever is.

[Zefram Cochrane's disgusted at learning the Companion has feelings for him]

McCoy:
There's nothing disgusting about it. It's just another life form, that's all. You get used to those things.

Zefram Cochrane:
You're as bad as it is.

Spock:
Your highly emotional reaction is most illogical. Your relationship with the Companion has for one hundred and fifty years been emotionally satisfying, eminently practical, and totally harmless. It may indeed have been quite beneficial.

Cochrane:
Is this what the future holds? Men who have no notion of decency or morality? Maybe I'm a hundred and fifty years out of style, but I'm not going to be fodder for any inhuman monster. [leaves]

Spock:
Fascinating. A totally parochial attitude.

Nancy Hedford:
Doctor, Doctor...

McCoy:
Right here, Miss Hedford.

Nancy:
[speaking weakly from her fever] I heard. He was loved. And he resents it.

McCoy:
You just rest.

Nancy:
I've always been good at my job. But I've never been loved. Never. What sort of a life is that? Never being loved. Never... to have shown love. And he runs away from love. [breaks down sobbing]

Amanda Grayson:
After all these years among humans, you still haven't learned to smile.

Spock:
Humans smile with so little provocation.

Spock:
There is no logic in Gav's murder.

Shras:
Perhaps you should forget logic and devote yourself to motivations of passion or gain; these are reasons for murder.

[Amanda Grayson appeals to Spock about undergoing a blood transfusion to save his father, Sarek, but Spock is too stubborn and harps on about being a Vulcan]

Spock:
It means to adopt a philosophy, a way of life, which is logical and beneficial. We cannot disregard that philosophy merely for personal gain, no matter how important that gain might be.

Amanda Grayson:
When you were five years old and came home stiff-lipped, anguished, because the other boys tormented you, saying that you weren't really Vulcan, I watched you knowing that, inside... that the human part of you was crying, and I cried, too. There must be some part of me in you, some part that I still can reach. If being Vulcan is more important to you, then you'll stand there speaking rules and regulations from Starfleet and Vulcan philosophy and... and let your father die, and... then I'll hate you for the rest of my life.

Spock:
Mother...

Amanda:
Oh, go to him. Now. Please.

Spock:
I cannot. [gets slapped by Amanda, who leaves the room]

Amanda Grayson:
And you, Sarek. Would you also say thank you to your son?

Sarek:
I don't understand.

Amanda Grayson:
For saving your life.

Sarek:
Spock acted in the only logical manner open to him. One does not thank logic, Amanda.

Amanda Grayson:
Logic! Logic! I am sick to death of logic! Do you want to know how I feel about your logic?!

Spock:
Emotional, isn't she?

Sarek:
She has always been that way.

Spock:
Indeed? Why did you marry her?

Sarek:
At the time, it seemed the logical thing to do. [She smiles, realizing they're teasing her]

Kirk:
Bones. [He starts to collapse] No, no, I'm all right.

[McCoy helps him onto a bed]

McCoy:
If you keep arguing with your kindly family doctor, you're going to spend your next ten days right here. If you co-operate, you'll be out in two.

Spock:
[starting to rise from his bed] Doctor, I'll return to my station now.

McCoy:
You are at your station, Mister Spock!

Kirk:
Doctor McCoy, I believe you're enjoying all this.

Spock:
Indeed, Captain. I've never seen him look so happy.

McCoy:
Shut up! [to Kirk] Shh! Shh! [to camera] Well, what do you know? I finally got the last word.

McCoy:
What Maab has said is true. Our customs are different. What the Klingon has said is unimportant, and we do not hear his words. [Aside, to Kirk] I just called the Klingon a liar.

Kras:
We Klingons believe as you do. The sick should die. Only the strong should live.

McCoy:
I'm a doctor, not an escalator.

McCoy:
Oochy-woochy-koochy-coo.

Spock:
"Oochy wootchy koochy coo," Captain?

Kirk:
An obscure Earth dialect, Mr. Spock. Oochy-woochy-koochy-coo. If you're curious, consult linguistics.

Spock:
The child was named Leonard...James...Akaar?!

McCoy:
Has a kind of a...ring to it, don't you think, James?

Kirk:
Yes. I think it's a name...destined to go down in galactic history, Leonard - what do you think, Spock?

Spock:
I think you're both going to be insufferably pleased with yourselves for at least a month ... Sir.

Dr. Janet Wallace:
The heart is not a logical organ.

[at the bridge, Chekov is flustered over the repeat checkups in sickbay]

Chekov:
'Give us some more blood, Chekov.' 'The needle won't hurt, Chekov.' 'Take off your shirt, Chekov.' 'Roll over, Chekov.' 'Breathe deeply, Chekov.' 'Blood sample, Chekov.' 'Marrow sample, Chekov.' 'Skin sample, Chekov.' IF...if I live long enough, I'm going to run out of samples!

Sulu:
You'll live.

Chekov:
Oh yes, I'll live, but I won't enjoy it!

[Kirk fumes at learning Commodore Stocker is taking command of the Enterprise]

Kirk:
Don't talk to me about rank! The man's a chair-bound paper-pusher! I order you to take command.

Kirk:
Total senility?

Spock:
Yes, Captain. In a very short time.

Kirk:
What a way to die. All right. I want all the research facilities, all the scientific technicians, to start round-the-clock research immediately. I want the answers, and I want the remedy. Let's start by finding out why Chekov hasn't been affected.

McCoy:
I'm doing what I can. [to Spock] You're perfectly healthy.

Spock:
[sitting up] I must differ with you, Doctor. I'm having difficulty concentrating, which is most disturbing. My eyesight appears to be failing, and the normal temperature of the ship seems to me to be increasingly cold.

McCoy:
I did not say you were not affected, Mr. Spock! You are perfectly healthy...that is, for any normal Vulcan on the high side of a hundred!

Spock:
I have a question for the doctor. [Kirk leaves] Doctor, the ship's temperature is increasingly uncomfortable for me. I've adjusted the environment in my quarters to one hundred twenty five degrees, which is at least tolerable. However, I -

McCoy:
Well, I see I'm not going to be making any house calls on you!

Spock:
I wondered if perhaps there was something which could lower my sensitivity to cold.

McCoy:
I'm not a magician, Spock - just an old country doctor.

Spock:
Yes...as I always suspected.

Kirk:
Intuition, however illogical, Mr. Spock, is recognized as a command prerogative.

McCoy:
I'll bet he [Spock] left a bad taste in the creature's mouth, too.

Scotty:
Thank heaven!

Spock:
Mr Scott, there was no deity involved. It was my cross-circuiting to B that recovered them.

McCoy:
Then thank pitchforks and pointed ears.

Spock:
In the strict scientific sense, Doctor, we all feed on death, even vegetarians.

Spock:
Women are more easily and more deeply terrified, generating more sheer horror than the male of the species.

Spock:
Computer. This is a Class-A compulsory directive. Compute, to the last digit, the value of pi.

Scotty:
When are y'gonna get off that milk diet, lad?

Chekov:
This is vodka!

Scotty:
Where I come from, that's soda pop. Now, this is a drink for a man.

Chekov:
Scotch?

Scotty:
Aye.

Chekov:
It was invented by a little old lady from Leningrad!

Spock:
A most curious creature, Captain. [He puts the tribble to his ear] Its trilling seems to have a tranquilizing effect on the human nervous system. [mild shrug] Fortunately, of course, I am [he starts to sound drowsy]...immune to its...effect...[by this point he's nearly asleep on his feet. He abruptly wakes with a jerk and quickly puts the tribble down]

Spock:
Doctor, I am well aware of human characteristics. I am frequently inundated by them, but I've trained myself to put up with practically anything.

McCoy:
Spock, I don’t know too much about these little tribbles yet, but there is one thing that I have discovered.

Spock:
What is that, Doctor?

McCoy:
I like them - better than I like you.

Spock:
Doctor, they do indeed have one redeeming characteristic: they do not talk too much.

Kirk:
Too much of anything, Lieutenant, even love, isn't necessarily a good thing.

Spock:
Captain, Starfleet was able to divert that freighter.

Kirk:
Good. That means Sherman's Planet will get its quadrotriticale [he looks around the Bridge]...only a few weeks late. I don't see any tribbles around here.

McCoy:
And you won't find a tribble on this entire ship.

Kirk:
Bones, how did you do it?

McCoy:
I cannot take credit for another man's work. Scotty did it.

Kirk:
Scotty! Where are the tribbles?

Scotty:
Oh, er, Captain, it was really Mister Spock's recommendation.

Kirk:
Of course. Spock.

Spock:
Based on computer analysis, of course, taking into account the possibilities of -

Kirk:
Gentlemen, I don't want to interrupt this mutual admiration society, but I'd like to know where the tribbles are.

McCoy:
Tell him, Spock.

Spock:
Well, it was Mister Scott who performed the actual engineering.

Kirk:
Mister Scott. [slowly, for emphasis] Where are the tribbles?

Scotty:
I used the transporter, Captain.

Kirk:
You used the transporter?

Scotty:
Aye.

Kirk:
Where did you transport them? Scott, you didn't transport them into space, did you?

Scotty:
Captain Kirk, that'd be inhuman!

Kirk:
Well, where are they?

Scotty:
I gave them a good home, sir.

Kirk:
[exasperated now] Where?!

Scotty:
I gave them to the Klingons, sir.

Kirk:
[whisper] You gave them to the Klingons?!

Scotty:
Aye, sir. Before they went into warp, I transported the whole kit and kaboodle into their engine room, where they'll be no tribble at all.

McCoy:
You mean ... you're gonna leave here without them, and run off on some wild goose chase halfway across the galaxy, just because you found a discrepancy in a hydrogen cloud?

Spock:
Doctor, I'm chasing the Captain, Lieutenant Uhura and Ensign Chekov, not some wild aquatic fowl.

McCoy:
Well, Mr. Spock, if you’re going into the lion’s den, you’ll need a medical officer.

Spock:
Daniel, as I recall, had only his faith, but I welcome your company, Doctor.

Kirk:
My people pride themselves on being the greatest, most successful gamblers in the universe. We compete for everything -- power, fame, women -- everything we desire, and it is our nature ... to win.

Kirk:
We have found... that all life-forms in the galaxy are capable of superior development.

Kirk:
All your people must learn before you can reach for the stars.

Spock:
Logic and practical information do not seem to apply here.

McCoy:
You admit that?

Spock:
To deny the facts would be illogical, Doctor.

Spock [After Kirk tries to drive an automobile]:
Captain, you are an excellent starship commander. But as a taxi driver, you leave much to be desired.

Kirk:
It was that bad?

Kirk:
Hold on, Spock. Out of the mouth of babes..

Young street urchin:
Who are you callin' a babe?

Kirk:
I'm callin' you a babe.

Young street urchin:
You callin' me a babe?

Kirk:
Yeah, I'm callin'- [Urchin produces a knife and holds it up to Kirk's face] I'm calling you a babe, but it's nothing personal.

Kirk:
Are you afraid of cars?

Spock:
Not at all, Captain. It's your driving that alarms me.

Kirk:
Well, Bones, in the language of the planet, what's your beef?

Spock:
Brace yourself. The area of penetration will no doubt be sensitive.

Spock:
Tell Doctor McCoy... he should have wished me luck.

Spock:
Do not risk the ship further on my behalf.

McCoy:
Shut up, Spock! We're rescuing you!

Spock:
Why, thank you, Captain McCoy.

Spock:
I've noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.

McCoy:
Suffer the death of thy neighbor, eh, Spock? You wouldn't wish that on us, would you?

Spock:
It might have rendered your history a bit less bloody.

Kirk:
Spock, you're alive!

Spock:
Obviously, Captain.

Nona:
There is an old custom among my people. When a woman saves a man's life, he is grateful.

Apella:
I thought my people would grow tired of killing, but you were right. They see that it is easier than trading, and it has pleasures. I feel it myself. Like the hunt, but with richer rewards.

Kirk:
The only solution is what happened back then. A balance of power.

Leonard McCoy:
And if the Klingons give their side even more?

Kirk:
Then we arm our side with exactly that much more. A balance of power— the trickiest, most difficult, dirtiest game of them all, but the only one that preserves both sides.

Kirk:
War isn't a good life, but it's life.

Kirk:
We're very tired, Mr. Spock. Beam us up home.

Sargon:
There comes to all races, an ultimate crisis which you have yet to face.

Kirk:
I don't understand.

Sargon:
One day our minds became so powerful we dared think of ourselves as gods.

Kirk:
Bones? You could stop all this by saying no. That's why I called you all here together. We'll all be deeply involved. It must be unanimous.

McCoy:
Then I'll still want one question answered to my satisfaction. Why? Not a list of possible miracles, but a simple basic understandable why that overrides all danger. And let's not kid ourselves that there is no potential danger in this!

Kirk:
They used to say that if Man was meant to fly, he'd have wings. But he did fly. He discovered he had to. Do you wish that the first Apollo mission hadn't reached the moon, or that we hadn't gone on to Mars and then to the nearest star? That's like saying you wish that you still operated with scalpels and sewed your patients up with catgut like your great-great-great-great-grandfather used to. I'm in command. I could order this. But I'm not because Doctor McCoy is right in pointing out the enormous danger potential in any contact with life and intelligence as fantastically advanced as this. But I must point out that the possibilities, the potential for knowledge and advancement is equally great. Risk...risk is our business. That's what this starship is all about. That's why we're aboard her.

Henoch [in Spock's body]:
This is an excellent body, Doctor. I seem to have received the best of the three-- strength, hearing, eyesight all far above your human norms. I'm surprised the Vulcans never conquered your race.

McCoy:
The Vulcans worship peace above all, Henoch.

McCoy:
I will not peddle flesh. I'm a physician.

Thalassa:
A physician?!? In contrast to what we are, you are a prancing, savage medicine man! You dare defy one you should be on your knees worshipping? I could destroy you with a single thought!!

Spock [notes Captain Kirk and his new Waffen-SS officer uniform]:
Your uniform, Captain.... You should make a very convincing Nazi.

Eneg:
Punishment becomes ineffective after a certain point. Men become... insensitive.

[At the Underground hideout, as Daras and her men seemingly capture the Underground members and the Enterprise landing party]

Captainj Kirk:
I'm Captain James Kirk of the United Spaceship Enterprise. This is my first officer, Mister Spock. John Gill, your Fuhrer, was sent here by the Federation as a cultural observer.

Daras:
You mean that the Führer is an alien?

Spock:
That is correct.

Daras:
I grew up to admire him, later to hate and despise everything he stands for. But I always thought he was one of us. Now to hear that he's an alien sent here to destroy us.

Kirk:
That was not his mission, ever. He was sent here to observe, not to interfere. Something went wrong, and that's why we're here. To find out and to correct. We must see him.

Kirk:
Very good, Spock. We'll make a human out of you yet.

Spock:
I hope not!

[As Melakon arrests Spock and his group, John Gill suddenly appears not unlike his earlier state]

Fuhrer John Gill:
People. People of Ekos.

Deputy Fuhrer Melakon:
[to soldier] Go to the booth. See to the Fuhrer at once. He's ill. Turn off that camera.

Gill:
Hear me.

Melakon:
[to guests] I suggest we leave and let our Fuhrer rest.

Gill:
We were betrayed by a self-seeking adventurer who has led us all to the very brink of disaster. I order the immediate recall of the space fleet. This attack must stop. All units are to return to base. To Zeon I promise, this was not an aggression of Ekosian people. Only one evil man. Melakon is a traitor to his own people and all that we stand for. To the Zeon people, I promise reparation and - [is gunned down by Melakon firing at the curtained broadcast booth. Isak kills Melakon]

Party Chairman Eneg:
[seeing soldier aiming to shoot Isak] Wait, soldier. There's been enough killing. Now we'll start to live the way the Fuhrer meant us to live.

Gill:
[to Kirk, dying in his arms] I was wrong. The non-interference Directive is the only way. We must stop the slaughter.

Kirk:
You did that, Professor. You told them in time.

Gill:
Even historians fail to learn from history. They repeat the same mistakes. Let the killing end. Let... [dies]

Rojan:
We do not colonize. We conquer. We rule. There is no other way for us.

Kelinda:
This cultural mystique surrounding the biological function.

Kirk:
Yes?

Kelinda:
You realize humans are overly preoccupied with the subject.

Kirk:
You have a question?

Kelinda:
Yes, I was wondering... would you please apologize to me again? [She wants another kiss from him.]

Scotty:
I found this on Ganyroom...er, Ganymerean...mede.

Tomar:
What is it?

Scotty:
Well, it's, er...(he looks for a label - there isn't one. He uncorks and sniffs it, and finally goes with the only thing he knows for sure about it)...it's green!

Kirk:
A star captain's most solemn oath is that he will give his life, even his entire crew, rather than violate the Prime Directive.

McCoy:
The infection resembles one developed by Earth during their bacteriological warfare experiments in the 1990s. Hard to believe we were once foolish enough to play around with that.

Cloud William:
Freedom?

Kirk:
Spock.

Spock:
Yes, I heard, Captain.

Cloud William:
It is a worship word, Yang worship. You will not speak it.

Kirk:
Well, well, well. It is... our worship word, too.

Sirah:
Yes, it is written. Good shall always destroy evil.

McCoy:
Spock, I've found that evil usually triumphs...unless good is very, very careful.

Spock:
Computers make excellent and efficient servants, but I have no wish to serve under them. Captain, a starship also runs on loyalty to one man, and nothing can replace it or him.

Richard Daystrom:
When a child is taught, it's programmed with simple instructions, and at some point, if its mind develops properly, it exceeds the sum of what it was taught, thinks independently.

Kirk:
Genius doesn't work on an assembly line basis. Did Einstein, Kazanga or Sitar of Vulcan produce new and revolutionary theories on a regular schedule? You can't simply say, "Today I will be brilliant."

McCoy:
Compassion: that's the one things no machine ever had. Maybe it's the one thing that keeps men ahead of them.

[The M5 computer has just vaporized one of Scotty's engineering crewmen]

Kirk:
That wasn't a simulation!! That wasn't a robot ship!! That thing just murdered one of my crew and now you tell me you can't turn it off!!

Richard Daystrom:
It wasn't a deliberate act! M-5... needed a new power source. The Ensign -- simply got in the way.

Kirk:
And how long before all of us simply get in the way?

Proconsul Claudius Marcus:
The games have always strengthened us. Death becomes a familiar pattern. We don't fear it as you do.

Master of the Games:
You bring this station ratings down Flavius and we'll do a special on You!

McCoy:
[to Spock] I'm trying to thank you, you pointy-eared hobgoblin!

McCoy:
Do you know why you're not afraid to die, Spock? You're more afraid of living. Each day you stay alive is just one more day you might slip and let your human half peek out. That's it, isn't it? Insecurity. Why, you wouldn't know what to do with a genuine, warm, decent feeling.

Spock:
You humans have that emotional need to express gratitude. "You're welcome," I believe is the correct response.

Proconsul Claudius Marcus:
Your a Roman Kirk or you should have been...Get away Merick the thoughts of two men cannot interest you...

[Marcus tells Kirk they premented 15 minuites on the regualar showing on empire TV for Kirk live execution]

Proconsul Claudius Marcus:
You May Not understand because your centuries beyond anything as crude as Television.

Kirk:
Caesar and Christ... they had them both.

Spock:
Without facts, the decision cannot be made logically. You must rely on your human intuition.

Gary Seven:
That, Miss Lincoln, is simply my cat.

Spock:
Live long and prosper.