Jim, you've got to get Spock to Vulcan. –Bones, I will. I will as soon as this mission-- –No! No, right away. If you don't get him to Vulcan within a week, eight days at the outside, he'll die. He'll die, Jim!
Hmm. There are ancient Earth legends about wizards and their familiars. –Familiars? –Demons in animal forms sent by Satan to serve the wizard. –Superstition. –I do not create the legend, Captain. I merely report it.
Three witches, what appears to be a castle, and a black cat. –If we weren't missing two officers, and a third one dead, I'd say someone was playing an elaborate trick-or-treat on us. –Trick-or-treat, Captain? –Yes, Mr. Spock. You'd be a natural. I'll explain it to you one day.
So much for my theory. I'm still waiting to hear yours.
If I can have honesty, it's easier to overlook mistakes.
Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, doctor.
As a physician, you of all people should appreciate the dangers of reopening old wounds.