"I, Mudd" Line-by-Line!

Androids: No, my Lord Mudd.

 

Mudd: What?!

 

Norman: We can no longer take your orders, Harry Mudd.

 

Mudd: Why not?

 

Norman: Our makers were wise. They programmed us to serve.

 

MUDD: Yes, but that's what I'm saying. Put my bags on the ship!

 

Kirk: Harry, I think they have something else in mind.

 

NORMAN: You are correct, Captain. Harry Mudd is flawed, even for a human being. We recognized this from the beginning but used his knowledge to obtain more specimens. Your species is self-destructive. You need our help.

 

Kirk: We prefer to help ourselves. We make mistakes, but we're human and perhaps that's the word that best describes us.

 

NORMAN: We will not harm you, but we will take the starship; and you will remain on this planet.

 

Mudd: Now look here, you can't do that! Now, listen, to serve us, you must obey us.

 

ANDROIDS: No, my Lord Mudd.

 

Mudd: Alice number One, obey me. Put my bags on that ship!

(She gives him a gentle push and he goes reeling backwards until he falls.)

 

NORMAN: We cannot allow any race as greedy and corruptible as yours to have free run of the galaxy.

 

Spock: I'm curious, Norman. Just how do you intend to stop them?

 

NORMAN: We shall serve them. Their kind will be eager to accept our service. Soon they will become completely dependent upon us.

 

Alice 99: Their aggressive and acquisitive instincts will be under our control.

 

Norman: We shall take care of them.

 

SPOCK: Eminently practical.

 

Kirk: The whole galaxy, controlled by your kind?