"Requiem for Methuselah" Line-by-Line

FLINT: Exciting? You have never made a demand of me before.

 

Rayna: I'm sorry.

 

FLINT: Do not be sorry. It might be interesting.

 

[Living room]

MCCOY: Saurian brandy, one hundred years old. Jim?

 

KIRK: Please.

 

MCCOY: Mister Spock, I know you won't have one. Heaven forbid those mathematically perfect brain waves be corrupted by this all too human vice.

 

Spock: Thank you, Doctor. I will have a brandy.

 

MCCOY: Do you think the two of us can handle a drunk Vulcan? Once alcohol hits that green blood...

 

Spock: If I appear distracted, it is because of what I have seen. (picks up glass) I am close to experiencing an unaccustomed emotion.

 

MCCOY: I'll drink to that. What emotion?

 

Spock: Envy, none of these da Vinci paintings has ever been cataloged or reproduced. They are unknown works, all apparently authentic to the last brush stroke and use of materials. As undiscovered da Vinci’s, they would be priceless.

 

KIRK: Would be? You mean you think they're fakes?

 

Spock: Most strange. A man of Flint's obvious wealth and impeccable taste scarcely needs to hang fakes. Yet my Tricorder analysis indicates that the canvas and pigments are of contemporary origin.

 

Kirk: Well, this could be what it seems to be, or it could be a cover, a setup, or even an illusion.

 

McCoy: Well, that could explain the paintings. Similar to the real thing.

 

Kirk: Spock, at your earliest opportunity, take a full tricorder reading of our host. See if he's human. Kirk to Enterprise, Mr. Scott?

 

Scotty: (over comm) Aye Captain.

 

Kirk: Mr. Scott, run a full computer check on Mister Flint and on this planet, Holberg 917 G. Stand by with your results, I'll contact.

 

Scotty (over the com) Aye Sir.

 

Kirk: Kirk out. Let's enjoy this brandy. It tastes real. (M4 glides in with a bag of purple crystals and puts it on the table then leaves) Easy. Bones?