I, Mudd

"There's something wrong about a man who never smiles, whose conversation never varies from the routine of the job, and who won't talk about his background."

"I see."

"Spock, I mean that it's odd for a non-Vulcan. The ears make all the difference."

"I find your argument strewn with gaping defects in logic."

"Maybe, but you can't evaluate a man by logic alone. Besides, he has avoided two appointments that I've made for his physical exam without reason."

"That's not at all surprising, Doctor. He's probably terrified of your beads and rattles."

"Spock, you're going to love it here. They all talk just the way you do."

"She urged me on into outer space. Not that she meant to, but with her continual, eternal, confounded nagging... Well, I think of her constantly. And every time I do, I go further out into space."

"Knowledge, sir, should be free to all."

"What is man but that lofty spirit, that sense of ... enterprise. That devotion to something that cannot be sensed, cannot be realized, but only dreamed. The highest reality"

"Human beings do not survive on bread alone, you poor, soulless creature, but on the nourishments of liberty. For what indeed is a man without freedom, naught but a mechanism, trapped in the cogwheels of eternity."

"Logic is a little tweeting bird chirping in a meadow. Logic is a wreath of pretty flowers which smell bad. Are you sure your circuits are registering correctly? Your ears are green."