…except, one metal-cased object!
Relieve Commodore Decker of command, Spock. That’s a direct order.
Are you sure it isn’t “I am unconscious…or demented” ?
Your stubbornness defies all logic.
I must have been unconscious or demented when I wrote that. 
And this ship… All this power, surging and throbbing yet under control. Are you like that, Captain?
I’m sure you’ve noticed the “delightful” aspects of this place.
“The uh… imposter had some… interesting differences. Wouldn’t you agree, yeoman?”
As an aside, this was the old Star Trek at its worst. They basically implied Rand enjoyed almost being raped.
We’ve both been … pretending too long. Let’s stop pretending!
Spock did, in point of fact-very much out of character, even for him and his dry often snarky sense of humor.
That’s another one of your problems. Nobody’s told you that you’re an uncivilized savage, a vicious child in a woman’s body, an arrogant monster!
I don’t know how to make people like me!
Because we don’t like you. Now, <shoos them away>…
Mister Kim, we’re Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job.
Mr. Kim… at ease, before you sprain something.
Face front, everyone. Don’t talk. Don’t breathe. Don’t think. You’re at attention. Concentrate on that.
Starfleet Command supersedes your order, sir!
You have received your orders! You will obey my orders. You’ll be charged with mutiny! You will obey my orders or, or…
If I save your butt, your life belongs to me. Isn’t that some kind of Indian custom?
I am far from the bones of my people. But perhaps there is a powerful being who will embrace me and give me the answers I seek!