Happy Birthday Star Trek! LLAP

McCoy: The machine is capable of almost anything, but I'll still put my trust in a healthy set of tonsils.

Uhura: Mr. Spock, sometimes I think if I hear that word "frequency" again, I'll cry.
Spock: It is illogical for a communications officer to resent the word "frequency."
Uhura: Then I'm an illogical woman. Why don't you tell me what an attractive lady I am? Or how your planet looks when the moon is full.
Spock: Vulcan has no moon, Miss Uhura.
Uhura: I'm not surprised.

Kirk: We're all aware of the need for salt on a hot and arid planet like this, Professor, but it's a mystery, and I don't like mysteries. They give me a bellyache and I got a beauty right now.

Spock: Check.
Kirk: Checkmate.
Spock: Your illogical approach to chess does have its advantages on occasion, Captain.
Kirk: I'd prefer to call it inspired.
Spock: As you wish.

Kirk: Have I ever mentioned you play a very irritating game of chess, Mr. Spock?
Spock: Irritating? Ah, yes. One of your Earth emotions.
Kirk: Certain you don't know what irritation is?
Spock: The fact one of my ancestors married a human female...
Kirk: Terrible having bad blood like that.

Kirk: What makes you so right and a trained psychiatrist wrong?
Spock: Because she feels. I don't. All I know is logic.

Spock: You heard the mathematics of it. In a month, he'll have as much in common with us as we'd have with a shipful of white mice.

Kirk: He didn't ask for what happened to him.
Spock: I felt for him, too.
Kirk: I believe there's some hope for you after all, Mr. Spock.

Spock: Our spectro-readings showed no contamination, no unusual elements present.
Scotty: At least none your tricorders could register.
Spock: Instruments register only those things they're designed to register. Space still contains infinite unknowns
McCoy: We're doing everything that's possible!
Kirk: Bones I want the impossible checked out too!

Sulu: I'll protect you, fair maiden!
Uhura: Sorry, neither.

Spock: Take D'Artagnan here to sickbay.

Kirk: Love... you're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine. This vessel...I give... she takes. She won't permit me my life. I've got to live hers.

Spock: We have here an unusual opportunity to appraise the human mind, or to examine, in Earth terms, the roles of good and evil in a man-- his negative side, which you call hostility, lust, violence, and his positive side, which Earth people express as compassion, love, tenderness.
McCoy: Are you aware it's the captain's guts you're analyzing?
Spock: Yes, and what makes one man an exceptional leader? We see indications that it's his negative side which makes him strong, that his evil side, controlled and disciplined, is vital to his strength. Your negative side removed from you, the power of command begins to elude you.

McCoy: Jim, you can't risk your life on a theory!
Spock: Being split in two halves is no theory with me, Doctor. I have a human half, you see, as well as an alien half, submerged, constantly at war with each other. Personal experience, Doctor. I survive it because my intelligence wins out over both, makes them live together. Your intelligence would enable you to survive as well.

Spock: You're the captain of this ship. You haven't the right to be vulnerable in the eyes of the crew. You can't afford the luxury of being anything less than perfect. If you do, they lose faith and you lose command.

Kirk: I have to take him back inside myself. I can't survive without him. I don't want to take him back. He's like an animal. a thoughtless, brutal animal. And yet it's me. Me!

McCoy: We all have our darker side. We need it; it's half of what we are. It's not really ugly, it's human.

Kirk: Computer, go to sensor probe. Any unusual readings?
Computer: No decipherable reading on females. However, unusual reading on male board members. Detecting high respiration patterns, perspiration rates up, heartbeat rapid, blood pressure higher than normal.
Kirk: Uh, that's sufficient. Strike that from the record, Mr. Spock.

Spock: I'm happy the affair is over. A most annoying emotional episode.
McCoy: Smack right in the old heart. Oh, I'm sorry. [pointing to his side] In your case, it would be about here.
Spock: The fact that my internal arrangement differs from yours, Doctor, pleases me no end.

Kirk: We humans are full of unpredictable emotions that logic cannot solve.

Spock: The older the victim, the more rapid the progress of the disease.
Kirk: And you? The disease doesn't seem to be interested.
Spock: I am a carrier. Whatever happens, I can't go back to the ship. And I do want to go back to the ship, Captain.
Kirk: Of course, Mr. Spock.

Kirk: I think children have an instinctive need for adults. They want to be told right and wrong.

Kirk: One of the advantages of being a captain, Doctor, is being able to ask for advice without necessarily having to take it.

Spock: Interesting. You Earth people glorify organized violence for forty centuries, but you imprison those who employ it privately.
McCoy: And, of course, your people found an answer.
Spock: We disposed of emotion, Doctor. Where there's no emotion, there's no motive for violence.

Spock: Has it occurred to you that there's a certain... inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you've already made up your mind about?
Kirk: It gives me emotional security.

McCoy: Had to finish the physical on you, didn't I? What am I, a doctor or a moon shuttle conductor? If I jumped every time a light came on around here, I'd end up talkin' to myself.

Kirk: Captain to crew. Those of you who have served for long on this vessel have encountered alien life-forms. You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves, an irrational fear of the unknown. But there's no such thing as the unknown-- only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood. In most cases we have found that intelligence capable of a civilization is capable of understanding peaceful gestures. Surely a life-form advanced enough for space travel is advanced enough to eventually understand our motives. All decks stand by. Captain out.

Spock: I regret not having learned more about this Balok. He was reminiscent of my father.
Scotty: Then may heaven have helped your mother.
Spock: Quite the contrary. She considered herself a very fortunate Earth woman.

McCoy: Blast medicine anyway. We've learned to tie into every human organ in the body except one -- the brain. The brain is what life is all about. That man can think any thought that we can, and love, hope, dream as much as we can, but he can't reach out, and no one can reach in.

Kirk: Mr. Spock, when you're finished, I want to talk to you. This regrettable tendency you've been showing lately towards flagrant emotionalism --
Spock: I see no reason to insult me, sir.

Spock: Captain . . . Jim, don't stop me! Don't let him stop me! It's your career, and Captain Pike's life! You must see the rest of the transmission!
Kirk: Lock him up.

Kirk: A Vulcan can no sooner be disloyal than he can exist without breathing.

McCoy: This is the first time in a week I've had time for a drop. Would you care for a drink, Mr. Spock?
Spock: My father's race was spared the dubious benefits of alcohol.
McCoy: Oh. Now I know why they were conquered. What are you worried about? Jim generally knows what he's doing.
Spock: It was illogical for him to bring those players aboard.
McCoy: Illogical? Did you get a look at that Juliet? That's a pretty exciting creature. Of course your, uh, personal chemistry would prevent you from seeing that. Did it ever occur to you that he might like the girl?
Spock: It occurred. I dismissed it.
McCoy: You would.

McCoy: What if you decide he is Kodos? What then? Do you play God, carry his head through the corridors in triumph? That won't bring back the dead, Jim.
Kirk: No. But they may rest easier.

Kirk: Worlds may change, galaxies disintegrate -- but a woman is always a woman.

Spock: If Romulans are an offshoot of my Vulcan blood, then attack becomes even more imperative.
McCoy: War is never imperative.
Spock: It is for them, Doctor. Vulcan, like Earth, had its aggressive colonizing period, savage even by Earth standards. If Romulans retain this martial philosophy, then weakness is something we dare not show.

McCoy: In this galaxy, there's a mathematical probability of three million earth-type planets...and in all the universe, three million million galaxies like this one. And in all of that, and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don't destroy the one named Kirk.

Spock: After what this ship has been through in the last three months, there is not a crewman aboard who is not in need of rest. Myself excepted, of course.

Spock: I picked this up from Dr. McCoy's log. We have a crew member on board who is showing signs of stress and fatigue. Reaction time down 9 to 12 percent. Associational reading Norm minus 3.
Kirk: That's much too low a rating.
Spock: He's becoming irritable and quarrelsome, yet he refuses to take rest and rehabilitation. Now he has that right, but...we found -
Kirk: A crewman's rights end where the safety of the ship begins. Now that man will go ashore on my orders. What's his name?
Spock: James Kirk. Enjoy yourself, Captain. It's an interesting planet. I believe you'll find it quite pleasant, very much like your Earth. Scouts have detected no animals, artifacts, or forcefields of any kind. Only peace, sunshine, and good air. You'll have no problems.

Spock: On my planet, to rest is to rest — to cease using energy. To me, it is quite illogical to run up and down on green grass, using energy, instead of saving it.

Kirk: The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play.

Kirk: I do! I've met some interesting characters myself!

Spock: The logical thing for you to have done was to have left me behind.
McCoy: Mr. Spock, remind me to tell you that I'm sick and tired of your logic.
Spock: That is a most illogical attitude. It is more rational to sacrifice one life than six.
McCoy: I'm not talking about rationality.
Spock: You might be wise to start.
McCoy: Life and death are seldom logical.
Spock: But attaining a desired goal always is.

McCoy: Respect is a rational process. Didn't it ever occur to you that they might react emotionally...with anger?
Spock: Doctor, I am not responsible for their unpredictability.
McCoy: They were perfectly predictable, to anyone with feeling.

Spock: I realize that command does have its fascination, even under circumstances such as these, but I neither enjoy the idea of command nor am I frightened of it. It simply exists, and I will do whatever logically needs to be done.

Scotty: Mr. Spock, you said a while ago that there were always alternatives.
Spock: Did I? I may have been mistaken.
McCoy: Well, at least I lived long enough to hear that.

Kirk: Uh, Mr. Spock, there's really something I don't understand about all of this. And maybe you can explain it to me. Logically, of course. When you jettisoned the fuel and ignited it, you knew there was virtually no chance of it being seen, yet you did it anyhow. That would seem to be an act of desperation.
Spock: Quite correct.
Kirk: We all know, and I'm sure the doctor agrees, that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind. How does your well-known logic explain that?
Spock: Quite simply, Captain. I examined the problem from all angles, and it was plainly hopeless. Logic informed me that, under the circumstances, the only possible action would have to be one of desperation. Logical decision, logically arrived at.
Kirk: Aha, ha ha. I see. You mean you reasoned that it was time for an emotional outburst.
Spock: Well, I... wouldn't put it in exactly those terms, Captain, but... those are essentially the facts.
Kirk: You're not going to admit that for the first time in your life, you committed a purely human, emotional act?
Spock: No, sir.
Kirk: Mr. Spock, you're a stubborn man.
Spock: Yes, sir.