"Requiem for Methuselah" Line-by-Line

Flint: I am Brahms.

 

Spock: And da Vinci.

 

Flint: Yes.

 

Spock: How many other names shall we call you?

 

Flint: Solomon, Alexander, Lazarus, Methuselah, Merlin, Abramson. A hundred other names you do not know.

 

SPOCK: You were born?

 

Flint: In that region of Earth later known as Mesopotamia, in the year 3834 BC, as the millennia are reckoned. I was Akharin, a soldier, a bully and a fool. I fell in battle, pierced to the heart and did not die.

 

McCoy: Instant tissue regeneration coupled with some perfect form of biological renewal. You learned that you were immortal, and....

 

Flint: And to conceal it. To live some portion of a life, pretend to age and then move on before my nature was suspected.

 

Spock: Your wealth and your intellect are the product of centuries of acquisition. You knew the greatest minds in history.

 

Flint: Galileo, Socrates, Moses. I have married a hundred times, Captain. Selected, loved, cherished. Caressed a smoothness, inhaled a brief fragrance. Then age, death, the taste of dust. Do you understand?

 

Spock: You wanted a perfect, ultimate woman, as brilliant, as immortal as yourself. Your mate for all time.

 

Flint: Designed by my heart. I could not love her more.

 

KIRK: Spock, you knew?

 

Spock: I had hoped I was wrong.

 

FLINT: You cannot love an android, Captain. I love her. She is my handiwork, my property. She is what I desire.

 

KIRK:: You brought me here to learn this? Does she know?

 

FLINT: She will never know.

 

Kirk: Lets go.

 

FLINT: You will stay.