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Captain Kirk: If that captain can walk, I want him in
my quarters. Correction: I want him there whether he can
walk or not! |
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Scotty: Aye!
Dr. McCoy: Amen to that, Scotty. |
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Harry Mudd: You're a hard-nosed one, Captain.
Captain Kirk: And you're a liar, Mr. Walsh. I think
we both understand each other. |
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Lieutenant Farrell: You can feel their eyes when they
look at you. Like something grabbing hold of you. Did you
notice?
Lieutenant Sulu: I noticed. How I noticed! |
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Harry Mudd: Captain James T. Kirk, the next orders
you'll be taking will be given by Harcourt Fenton Mudd! |
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Dr. McCoy: Are they actually more lovely, pound for
pound, measurement for measurement, than any other women
you've ever known? Or is it. . .that they just. . .act
beautiful? No, strike that, strike that. |
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Captain Kirk: The choice was burning out this lithium
crystal or the destruction of another man's ship. |
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Eve McHuron: Why don't you just hold a raffle and the
loser gets me?! |
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Captain Kirk: There's only one kind of woman. . .
Harry Mudd: Or man for that matter.
Captain Kirk: You either believe in yourself or you
don't. |
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Mr. Spock: I'm happy the affair is over. A most
annoying, emotional episode.
Dr. McCoy: Smack right in the old heart. (pounds on
chest) Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Spock. In your case it would be
(smacks side) right about here.
Mr. Spock: The fact that my internal arrangement is
different from yours, Doctor, pleases me no end. |
