James T.Kirk
How many fingers am I holding up?
Leonard McCoy
That's not very damn funny.
James T. Kirk
You're suffering from a Vulcan mind-meld, Doctor.
Leonard McCoy
That green-blooded son of a bitch! It's his revenge for all those arguments he lost.
James T. Kirk
Scotty, as good as your word.
Montgomery Scott
Aye, sir. The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain. Here, Doctor, souvenirs from one surgeon to another. I took them out of her main transwarp computer drive.
Leonard McCoy
Nice of you to tell me in advance.
James T. Kirk
That's what you get for missing staff meetings, Doctor. Gentleman, your work today has been outstanding. I intend to recommend you all for promotion... in whatever fleet we end up serving. Best speed to Genesis.
James T. Kirk
My God, what have I done?
Leonard McCoy
What you had to do, what you always do. Turn death into a fighting chance to live.
To your planet, welcome.
Leonard McCoy
I think that's my line, stranger.
Oh, forgive. I here am new but you are known, being McCoy from Enterprise.
McCoy
You have me at a disadvantage, sir.
I name not important. You seek I. Message received. Available ship stands by.
McCoy
How much and how soon?
How soon is now. How much is where.
McCoy
Somewhere in the Mutara Sector.
Ah, Mutara restricted! Take permits many! Money more.
McCoy There aren't going to be any damn permits! How can you get a permit to do a damn illegal thing? Look: price you name. Money I got!
Place you name, money I name, otherwise bargain no.
McCoy
All right, damn it! It's Genesis! The name of the place we're going is Genesis!
Genesis?!
McCoy
Yes, Genesis! How can you be deaf, with ears like that?!
Genesis allowed is not! Is planet forbidden!
McCoy
Look, my backwards friend: Genesis may be "planet forbidden", but I'm damn well going t—
Sir, I'm sorry, but your voice is carrying. I don't think you want to be discussing this subject in public.
McCoy
I'll discuss what I like! And who in the hell are you?
Could I offer you a ride home, Dr. McCoy?
McCoy
Where's the logic in offering me a ride home, you idiot? If I wanted a ride home, would I be trying to charter a space flight? [Alien growls.] How in the hell do you know who I am?
Federation Security, sir. [McCoy tries to nerve pinch him but fails] You're gonna get a nice long rest, doctor.
T'Lar: Sarek, child of Skon, child of Solkar, the body of your son breathes still. What is your wish?
I ask for fal-tor-pan, the refusion.
T'Lar: What you seek has not done since ages past, and then only in legend. Your request is not logical.
Forgive me, T’Lar. My logic...is uncertain...where my son is concerned.
T'Lar: Who is the keeper of the katra?
Leonard McCoy
I am: McCoy, Leonard H., son of David.
T'Lar: McCoy, son of David, Since thou art human, we cannot expect thee understand fully what Sarek has requested. Spock’s body lives. With your approval, we shall use all our powers to return to his body that which you possess. But McCoy, you must now be warned. The danger to thyself is as grave as the danger to Spock. You must make the choice.
McCoy
I choose the danger. [mutters to Kirk] Hell of a time to ask.
