Discussion in 'Star Trek - Original Series' started by LeadHead, Jun 23, 2011.
KIRK: Why must he die? Why within eight days? Explain.
McCoy: I don't know.
KIRK: You keep saying that. Are you a doctor, or aren't you?
McCoy: There's a growing imbalance of bodily functions. As if in our bodies, huge amounts of adrenaline were being constantly pumped into our blood stream. Now I can't find it in my bio-comps, Spock won't tell me what it is. But if it isn't stopped somehow... the physical and emotional pressures will simply kill him!
Kirk: You say you're convinced he knows what it is?
MCCOY: He does, and he's as tightlipped about it as an Aldebaran Shellmouth. No use to ask him, Jim. He won't talk.
(Spock is staring at the picture of a young girl on his monitor, but switches it off when the doorbell buzzes.)
KIRK: Stay. McCoy has given me his medical evaluation of your condition. He says you're going to die unless something is done. What? Is it something only your planet can do for you? Spock! You've been called the best first officer in the fleet. That's an enormous asset to me. If I have to lose that first officer, I want to know why.
Spock: (walks around the cabin briefly contemplating what to say) It is a thing no out-worlder may know except those very few who have been involved. A Vulcan understands, but even we do not speak of it among ourselves. It is a deeply personal thing. Can you see that, Captain, and understand?
KIRK: No, I do not understand. Explain. Consider that an order.
Spock: Captain, there are some things that transcend even the discipline of the service.
KIRK: Would it help if I told you that I'll treat this as totally confidential?
Spock: It has to do with... biology.
KIRK: What kind of biology?
Spock: Vulcan biology.
KIRK: You mean the biology of Vulcans? Biology as in reproduction? Well, there's no need to be embarrassed about it, Mister Spock. It happens to the birds and the bees.
SPOCK: The birds and the bees are NOT Vulcans...if they were...if any race as proudly logical as we...
SPOCK: ...If they were, if any creature as proudly logical as us were to have their logic ripped from them as this time does to us. How do Vulcans choose their mates? Haven't you wondered?
KIRK: I guess the rest of us assume that it's done quite logically.
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