"I, Mudd" Line-by-Line!

SPOCK: That would seem logical.

 

Kirk: Yes, logical. That's what it is. And that in turn gives us a weapon that we can use against them. We must use wild, insane, irrational logic aimed right at Norman!

 

MUDD: Captain, you sing and dance as well as anyone I've ever seen, but what the devil are you talking about?

 

Spock: What would seem to be a sound and perhaps, our only opportunity.

 

MUDD: Opportunity? Now, listen, Spock, you may be a wonderful science officer, but believe me, you couldn't sell fake patents to your mother.

 

Spock: I fail to understand why I should care to induce my mother to purchase falsified patents.

 

MUDD: Forget it.

 

Kirk: Let's get to the point. Harry, you said you wanted to help. Do you?

 

MUDD: Captain, the kind of a wholesome, antiseptic galaxy that these androids would run would be purgatory for a man like me.

 

Kirk: That's fine, Harry. The androids will be expecting us to make a break for it and that's where you come in.

 

MUDD: What can I do?

 

Kirk: Nothing, Harry, just... go to sleep.

Kirk signals McCoy, who comes over with a hypo.

 

MUDD: What do you mean? (McCoy produces a hypo) Oh, now, now wait a minute, gentlemen. No, what I, I, (gets injected) had in mind was actually more in the line of a few words of sage counsel as it were. Advice... (passes out in Kirk and Scott's arms)

 

Kirk: Harry, I do believe you're putting on weight.

 

In the Throne room

Alice 1: Yes?

 

KIRK: We have a medical problem. Your ex-Lord, Harry Mudd.

 

ALICE 1: He is human. You will have to care for him.

 

Kirk: We are caring for him, but our doctor needs his medical equipment aboard the Enterprise.

 

Alice 1: The starship is forbidden to humans.

 

KIRK: You are programed to serve. If we're not allowed access to our medical equipment, Harry Mudd will die. He will cease to function. You will have failed to serve.