
Spock: I'm not dead.
Kirk: What?
McCoy: Nothing.
Spock: I'm not dead.
Kirk:'Ere, he says he's not dead.
McCoy: Yes he is.
Spock: I'm not.
Kirk: He isn't.
McCoy: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
Spock: I'm getting better.
McCoy: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
Kirk: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
Spock: I don't want to go on the cart.
McCo: Oh, don't be such ay baby.
Kirk: I can't take him.
Spock: I feel fine.
McCoy: Oh, do me a favor.
Kirk: I can't.
McCoy: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
Kirk: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
McCoy: Well, when's your next round?
Kirk: Thursday.
Spock: I think I'll go for a walk.
McCoy: You're not fooling anyone, you know. Isn't there anything you could do?
Spock: I feel happy. I feel happy.
(Kirk glances up and down the street furtively, then silences Spock with his a whack of his club]
McCoy: Ah, thank you very much.
Kirk: Not at all. See you on Thursday.
McCoy: Right.