Sleep… Data… Sleep…
What went on out there? :dubious:
No, but… interesting.
All right, Spock. Whatever your game is, I’ll play it. You want credits, I’ll give them to you. You’ll be a rich man. A command of your own? I can swing that, too.
Oh, well, now. Aren’t you contentious for a minor bipedal species?
Good cranial development … considerable human ancestry. Explain this trick!
MUDD: Don’t you think you could possibly, by accident, arrange to leave me behind here? On this planet that would be punishment enough.
KIRK: I can’t do that, Harry, but I will appear as a character witness at your trial… If you think that’ll help.
Fine. I’ll see you in court, Harry.
They’ll throw away the key! 
You good for nothing…thing…thing…thing.
I do hate to see you suffering such a situation, Captain, but truth is truth, and the sad fact is you will deal. Sooner or later, you’ll have to.
A rare case indeed!
Stella, shut up!
CHEKOV: That unprincipled, evil-minded, lecherous kulak Harry Mudd programmed you?
ALICES: Why should we leave you?
KIRK: Because we don’t like you.
This place is even better than I thought!
The nearest thing I can figure out is they’re born pregnant, which seems to be quite a time saver.
My invitation must have gotten lost in subspace.
There will be payment for your slander, Sarek.
“Scotty, you just earned your pay for the week.”