I was the one that got you into it. A directive from the Continuum. The part about the helping hand, though… was my idea.
-“BB”-
Q2: Sacrificing yourself for these humans? Do I detect a little selfless act?
Q: You flatter me. I was only trying to put a quick end to a miserable existence.
The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few (or the one)
I’m starting to think you know more about DNA than you do about dogs.
Have you seen Ransom’s photon torpedo?
Doctor, would you care to assist me in performing surgery on a photon torpedo?
Fascinating!
I’m a doctor, not an engineer.
“Did you see that?”
“No, and neither did you, so shut up!”
-“BB”-
STELLA 1: Harcourt! Harcourt Fenton Mudd, what have you been up to? Have you been drinking again? You answer me!
MUDD: Shut up!
STELLA: You miserable, conniving toad!
MUDD: I order you. Shut up, Stella!
STELLA 1: Staying out all night then giving me some silly story.
STELLA 2: Harcourt! Harcourt Fenton Mudd, you’ve been overeating again and drinking!
MUDD: Kirk, you can’t do this.
STELLA 2: You need constant supervision!
MUDD: It’s inhuman.
STELLA 2: I can see I’ve got my work cut out for me.
STELLA 500: Harcourt!
MUDD: No. Number five hundred? No, no, no…
STELLA 500: What have you been up to?!
MUDD: Kirk. It’s inhuman. Mercy.
Dr. Roger Korby: You think I could love a machine?
Christine Chapel: Did you?
Barf! No! Disgusting! No, for real, that is big barf!
Are you afraid of me, or just disgusted by my presence?
Tell her I feel fine.
I must warn you. Stepping aboard this vessel is consent to be surrounded by dark abnormalities, and the clinically obscene.
I wonder who it is we’re not supposed to be afraid of.
If you can’t take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It’s not safe out here. It’s wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross. But it’s not for the timid.
The one thing I wanted to do after all these years was to beat the tar out of Finnegan.
Uh, how long will it take to get to the spa? I wasn’t sure how many books to bring.
Oh, them, well – I, uh – I was thinking about a little cabaret I know on Rigel II, and, uh – there were these two girls in the chorus line. And, well, here they are. Well, after all, I am on shore leave.
KIRK: I know a cafe where the women are so
MCCOY: I know the place, Jim!
SCOTT: Let’s go see!
KIRK: You, gentlemen? In your condition? Don’t be ridiculous.