Leonard H. McCoy

"The intelligence, the logic, it appears that your half has most of that. And perhaps that's where most of man's essential courage comes from for you see, he was afraid and you weren't."

"He's dead, Jim."

"War is never imperative, Mister Spock."

"It is for them, Doctor."

"You're discussing tactics! Do you realise what this really comes down to? Millions and millions of lives hanging on what this vessel does next!"

"In this galaxy there's a mathamatical probability of three million Earth type planets. And in all of the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that... and perhaps more... only one of each of us."

"A cage is a cage, Jim."

"Now, this is marvelous. The most horrible conglomeration of antique architecture I've ever seen."

"Life prolongation. Didn't have much luck, did they?"

"The chain of command is often a noose."

"Do you play God? Carry his head through the corridors in triumph? That won't bring back the dead, Jim."

"No. But they may rest easier."

"Mister Spock, respect is a rational process! Did it ever occur to you they might react emotionally? With anger?"

"It may be the last action you'll ever take, Mister Spock, but it was all human."

"All of my old friends look like doctors. All of his look like you."

"Mister Spock, you're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known."

"Why, thank you, doctor."

"Now, that man can think anything we can, and love, hope, dream as much as we can. But he can't reach out and no one can reach in!"

"You've got your problems, I've got mine. But he's got ours, plus his, plus four hundred and thirty other people."

"Don't peek!"

"My dear girl, I am a doctor. When I peek, it's in the line of duty."

"Diplomacy, gentlemen, should be a job left to diplomats. You will, of course, immediately resume a peaceful status."

"No, sir, I will not."

"What did you say!?"

"I'll not lower the screens, not until the captain tells me to."

"You are taking orders from me. You will lower the screens as a sign of good faith, my authority!"

"I know about your authority, but the screens stay up."

"Mr. Fox, they faked a message from the captain, they've launched an attack against our ship. You want us to trust them openly?"

"I want you to obey my lawful orders!"

"No, sir. I won't lower the screens."

"Your refusal to comply with my orders has endangered the entire success of this mission! I can have you sent to a penal colony!"

"You can, sir, but I won't lower the screens."

"Your name will figure prominently in my report to the Federation Central."

"Well, Scotty, now you've done it!"

"Aye. The haggis is in the fire for sure."

"On pure speculation, just an educated guess, I'd say that man is alive."

"I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!"

"Mister Spock is the best first officer in the fleet."

"Look, I'm a doctor, not an escalator!"

"No. Here, child belongs to husband."

"So, they take all the credit here. Poppycock!"

"Would you beam down to the planet's surface and stand with me? There is a brief ceremony."

"Is it permitted?"

"It is my right. By tradition the male is accompanied by his closest friends."

"Thank you Mister Spock."

"I also request McCoy accompany me."

"I shall be honoured, sir."

"To blazes with regulations! You can't let him take command when you know he's wrong."

"Well there goes paradise."

"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."

"Once, just once, I would like to land somewhere and say 'Behold, I am the Archangel Gabriel.'"

"I'm trying to thank you, you pointed-eared hobgoblin!"

"Do you know why you're not afraid to die, Spock? You're more afraid of living. Each day you stay alive is just one more day you might slip and let your human half peek out."

"Bones, do you remember the 20th century brush wars on the Asian continent? Two giant powers involved, much like the Klingons and ourselves. Neither side could pull out."

"Yes. It went on bloody year after bloody year!"

"What would you have suggested, that one side arm its friends with an overpowering weapon? Mankind would never have lived to travel space if they had! No. The only solution is what happened back then. Balance of power."

"And if the Klingons give their side even more?"

"Then we arm our side with exactly that much more. A balance of power, the trickiest, most difficult, dirtiest game of them all. But the only one that preserves both sides."

"Well, Jim, here's another morsel of agony for you. Since Tyree won't fight, he will be one of the first to die."

"Well, you got what you wanted."

"Not what I wanted, Bones. What had to be."

"You're going to leave here without them and run off on some wild goose chase halfway across the galaxy just because you found a discrepancy in a hydrogen cloud?"

"Doctor I am chasing the Captain, Lieutenant Uhura and Ensign Chekov, not some wild aquatic fowl."

"Monsters come in many forms. You know the greatest monster of them all, Jim? Guilt."

"Crazy way to travel! Spreading a man's molecules all over the universe!"

"Captain, thank heaven!"

"Mr Scott, there was no deity involved. It was my cross-circuiting to B that recovered them."

"Well then, thank pictchforks and pointed ears."

"Here we are. Antibodies of our own galaxy, attacking an invading germ. It would be ironic indeed if that were our sole destiny, wouldn't it?"

"Shut up, Spock! We're rescuing you!"

"What he's saying, Spock, is that a man who holds that much power, even with the best intentions, just can't resist the urge to play god."

"Did you see the love light in Spock's eyes? The right computer finally came along!"

"Our compliments to the M-5 unit, and regards to Captain Dunsel. Wesley out."

"Dunsel? Who the blazes is Captain Dunsel? What does it mean, Jim? Spock? What does it mean?"

"Dunsel, Doctor, is a term used by Midshipmen at Starfleet Academy. It refers to a part which serves no useful purpose."

"Most illogical. Of all people, he should have known how the computer would perform. Of course, the M-5 itself has not behaved logically."

"Please, Spock, do me a favour and don't say it's fascinating."

"No. But it is... interesting."

"Compassion. That's the one thing no machine ever had. Maybe it's the one thing that keeps men ahead of them."

"I'm a doctor, not a coal miner!"

"Indeed, Doctor, the young lady did show a marked preference for your company."

"Now, nobody can blame her for that, can they?"

"How can we be powerful enough to wipe out a planet and still be so helpless?"

"Jim, whenever I'm in jail again, don't send that Vulcan. Let me rot."

"When the personality of a human is involved, exact predictions are hazardous."

"Why is any object we don't understand called a 'thing'?"

"Spock, this 'child' is about to wipe out every living thing on Earth! Now, what do you suggest we do, spank it?"

"According to myth, the Earth was created in six days. Now, watch out! Here comes Genesis. We'll do it for you in six minutes!"

"Lieutenant, you are looking at the only Starfleet cadet who ever beat the no-win scenario."

"How?"

"I reprogrammed the simulation so it was possible to rescue the ship."

"What?"

"He cheated!"

"He's really not dead, as long as we remember him."

"It's a far, far better thing I do than I have done before. A far better resting place I go to than I have ever known."

"Is that a poem?"

"No, something Spock was trying to tell me, on my birthday."

"Are you okay Jim? How do you feel?"

"Young. I feel young."

"I'm going to tell you something I never thought I'd ever hear myself say. It seems I've missed you. I don't know if I could stand to lose you again."

"You're suffering from a Vulcan mind-meld, doctor."

"That green-blooded son of a bitch! It's his revenge for all those arguments he lost!"

"My God, Bones, what have I done?"

"What you had to do. What you always do... turned death into a fighting chance to live."

"It's a song, you green-blooded Vulcan! You sing it! The words aren't important, what's important is that you have a good time!"

"Ah, I am sorry Doctor. Were we having a good time?"

"God I liked him better before he died!"

"Jim, you don't ask the Almighty for His ID!"

"Treat her like a lady and she'll always bring you home."