Game "A Piece of the Action" Line-by-Line

Tepo: He was talking about a percentage.

 

KIRK: I was talking about both.

 

OXMYX: Okay. A syndicate makes sense to me. I'm a peaceful man at heart, but I'm sick and tired of all these hits. I hit Krako, Krako hits Tepo, Tepo hits me. There's too many bosses. We can't get anything done.

 

(Continued)
I was thinking if there was just one, maybe somebody like you, as the top boss, then we can get things done.
KIRK: Hey, Bela, no, no, no. The Federation can't get connected with a small-time operation like this. No, I was thinking, Bela, you would be the top boss. Krako, you'd be his lieutenant. The rest of you, I don't want any trouble from the rest of you because you'll have to answer to the Federation. We'll be back every year to collect our cut.

 

Tepo: Look, you figure maybe 40 percent's enough?

 

KIRK: Yeah, I think forty percent's sufficient.

 

Oxmyx: It's reasonable. It sounds reasonable. That sound reasonable to you? (Chorus of approval)

 

KIRK: It's reasonable, Mister Oxmyx. Let's break out some of your drinking stuff and celebrate the syndicate.

 

Enterprise bridge. Kirk approaches Spock and McCoy.

Kirk: Gentlemen, you two have been brooding ever since we returned to the ship.

 

SPOCK: Brooding, Captain?

 

KIRK: Brooding, Mister Spock. A sombre, emotional state. Now, do you wish to continue it or are you going to discuss it?

 

Spock: Captain, I am neither brooding nor somber, but I do have reservations about your solution to your solution to the problem of the Iotians.

 

KIRK: Ah, yes. I understand that. You don't think it's logical to leave a criminal organization in charge.

 

SPOCK: Highly irregular, to say the least, Captain. I'm also curious as to how you propose to explain to Starfleet Command that a starship will be sent each year to collect our cut.

 

KIRK: Yes, that's a very good question, Mr. Spock. I propose our cut be put into the planetary treasury and used to guide the Iotians into a more ethical system. Despite themselves, they'll be forced to accept conventional responsibilities. Isn't that logical?

All right, Bones, in the language of the planet, what's your beef?

 

MCCOY: I don't know how serious this is, Jim, and I don't quite know how to tell you.

 

Kirk: Go ahead.

 

Bones: But in all the confusion I.......

 

Kirk: Tell me.

 

MCCOY: I think I left it in Bela's office.