Accept from us this symbol of total logic.
… I was just noticing your Vulcan IDIC, Mister Spock. Is it a reminder that, as a Vulcan, you can mind-link with the Medusans far better than I could?
KIRK: Well, I doubt that Mister Spock would don the most revered of all Vulcan symbols merely to annoy you, Doctor Jones.
SPOCK: As a matter of fact, I wear it this evening to honor you, Doctor.
MIRANDA: Indeed?
- From TOS Season 3, “Is There in Truth No Beauty?”
Our minds so empty like a sponge, needing thoughts, begging. Empty. Loneliness.
You green-blooded, inhuman–!
I’m really quite dull. I fall asleep each night with an old book in my hands.
RAND: Miri. She really loved you, you know.
KIRK: Yes. I never get involved with older women, Yeoman.
CREW: Why… Why …it’s Mister…
KIRK: Spock! … Spock.
SPOCK: Commander, if I may?
DECKER: If… Oh!
SPOCK: I have been monitoring your communications with Starfleet Command, Captain, I’m aware of your engine design difficulties. … I offer my services as science officer. … With all due respect, Commander.
KIRK: If our Exec has no objections?
DECKER: Of course not. I’m well aware of Mister Spock’s qualifications.
KIRK: Mister Chekov, log Mister Spock’s Starfleet commission reactivated, list him as Science Officer, … both effective immediately.
CHAPEL: Mister Spock!!!
McCOY: Well, so help me, I’m actually pleased to see you.
UHURA: It’s how we all feel, Mister Spock.
<stony silence>***
SPOCK: Captain, with your permission, I will now discuss these fuel equations with the Engineer.
KIRK: Mister Spock, welcome aboard.
Baby needs a new pair of shoes.
The name of the game is called, uh… fizzbin.
Wait! Wait! Hear me! We can’t wager for trifles like quatloos. The stakes must be higher.
I have never calculated them, Captain.
Not chess, Mr. Spock. Poker!
Vulcans never bluff.
KALO: Listen, Kirk, I can play anything you can figure out. Take the cards, big man. Show us how it’s played.
:rolleyes: (Famous last words!)
“This used to be me.”
–Ensign Ro
I’m not a computer. Test me. Ask me to solve any-equate-transmit. Christine, Christine, let me prove myself! Does this make such a difference?
That’s not very damn funny.
Only this way can we… be… happy.
His title is “Boss.”
You’re a penny-ante operator. Sit down. All right, Spocko, cover him. Now listen, sweetheart. The Federation’s moving in, taking over. You play ball, we’ll cut you in. You don’t, you’re out. All the way out. You know what I mean?