"I, Mudd" Line-by-Line!

McCoy: Dead?

 

MUDD: Oh, no, no, no. Merely deserted. You see, gentlemen, behind every great man there is a woman urging him on. And so it was with my Stella. She urged me on into outer space. Not that she meant to, but with her continual, eternal, confounded nagging. Well, I think of her constantly, and every time I do, I go further out into space.

 

McCoy: That's very interesting. You leave your wife and then bring her along.

 

Mudd: I had the androids construct a perfect replica of Stella so that I could gaze upon her and rejoice in her absence. Gentlemen, attend. Stella, dear.

 

STELLA: Harcourt! Harcourt Fenton Mudd, what have you been up to? Nothing good, I'm sure. Well, let me tell you, you lazy, good-for-nothing...

 

MUDD: Shut up.

 

STELLA: (sputtering upon de-activation) Nothing...thing...thing...

 

MUDD: Marvelous, isn't it? I finally have the last word with her, and with you.

 

[Living area]


NORMAN: You'll find this quite comfortable. Your quarters are down the hall.

 

ALICE 1: If there is anything you need

 

KIRK: Yes. My ship.

 

Alice 2: We are not programmed to respond in that area.

 

Kirk: Norman, who created you?

 

NORMAN: The makers designed us. They came from the galaxy of Andromeda.

 

MCCOY: Then your makers weren't humanoid?

 

Norman: They were, as you say, quite humanoid, but, unlike your civilisation, robots were common. We performed the necessary service functions and freed our makers to evolve a perfect social order.

 

KIRK: What became of them?

 

Norman: Our home planet's sun became a nova. Only a few exploratory outposts survived. This unit, myself, was part of one such outpost in your galaxy.

 

KIRK: Then some of your makers survive.

 

NORMAN: No, Captain. They died over the stretch of time.