"Bread and Circuses" Line-by-Line!

DRUSILLA: What will not work?

 

KIRK: Whatever he has in mind, whatever tricks. You hear that, Proconsul? It won't work. I'm not cooperating. I may die, but you won't get any entertainment out of it.

 

DRUSILLA: We're alone. Please believe me. I've never lied to one who owns me.

 

[Jail]

(Spock is checking the iron bars of their prison.)

MCCOY: Angry, Mister Spock, or frustrated, perhaps?

 

SPOCK: Such emotions are foreign to me, Doctor. I'm merely testing the strength of the door.

 

MCCOY: For the fifteenth time? Spock. Spock, I know we've had our disagreements. Maybe they're jokes. I don't know. As Jim says, we're not often sure ourselves sometimes, but what I'm trying to say is

 

SPOCK: Doctor, I am seeking a means of escape. Will you please be brief?

 

MCCOY: Well, what I'm trying to say is you saved my life in the arena.

 

SPOCK: Yes, that's quite true.

 

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

 

SPOCK: Oh, yes. You humans have that emotional need to express gratitude. You're welcome, I believe, is the correct response. However, Doctor, you must remember I am entirely motivated by logic. The loss of our ship's surgeon, whatever I think of his skill, would mean a reduction in the efficiency of the Enterprise and therefore

 

MCCOY: 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. That's it, isn't it? Insecurity. Why, you wouldn't know what to do with a genuine, warm, decent feeling.

 

SPOCK: Really, Doctor?

 

MCCOY: I know. I'm worried about Jim, too.

 

[Chamber]

(The wine is being poured.)
KIRK: Very good. (he tries a grape) Excellent.

 

DRUSILLA: I was concerned. I am ordered to please you.

 

KIRK: I've been in some strange worlds with strange customs. Perhaps this is considered torture here.

 

DRUSILLA: Torture? I do not understand. I do not wish to see you tortured in any way. (she kisses him) At the first sign of pain, you will tell me?

 

KIRK: You'll be the first to know.

 

(Later, when the oil lamp has burnt out, and Kirk is asleep)
CLAUDIUS: Captain. (Kirk wakes with a start) I'm sorry I was detained. Should we have our little talk now? So far on this planet we've kept you rather busy. I don't wonder you slept through the afternoon. By the way, one of the communicators we took from you is missing. Was it my pretty Drusilla by any chance?