"I, Mudd" Line-by-Line!

[Orac]

Mudd: The patrol reacted in a hostile manner.

 

[Plum]

^^^ beat me to it! EDIT!

Kirk; "They fired on him."

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: They fired at him!

 

[Enterprise1981]

MUDD: They've no respect for private property. They damaged the bloody spaceship. Well, I got away, but I couldn't navigate, so I wandered out through unmapped space, and here I found Mudd.

 

[LeadHead]

Spock: You went to substantial risk and effort to lure a starship here, logically you must have a compelling motive.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MUDD: Spock, you're going to love it here. They all talk just the way you do.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Come on, get on with it, Harry.

 

[mach7]

Mudd: Yes, well, right, laddybuck. So here I am in a planet with over two hundred thousand hard-working, happy androids, all of whom exist merely to serve my every whim. It's absolute paradise

 

[Athena28]

SPOCK: Then I'm unable to discern your problem.

 

[mach7]

Mudd: They won't let me go! They want to study me! They want to learn more about human beings.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: They picked a fine representative.

 

[Orac]

Mudd: Watch your tongue, lad. You're talking about Mudd the First. Well, anyway, I ran out of ideas. I simply ran out of things for them to do, and they insisted that I bring them more human beings. They need human beings to serve, to study. So I had to promise them a prime sample. A starship captain. Bright, loyal, fearless and imaginative. Any captain would have done. I was lucky to get you. So you are going to take over for me here, and I can get off this rock and back to civilisation.

 

[mach7]

Kirk: I think not Harry.

 

[Orac]

Mudd: You misunderstand me, lad. I'm not asking you. I'm telling you. You've no choice. Show them to their quarters.

 

[mach7]

Norman/Alice's: Yes, my Lord Mudd

 

[Orac]

Alice: This way, please.

 

[mach7]

McCoy: (pointing to curtain) Harry, whats This?

 

[Orac]

Mudd: Ah. That, gentlemen, is a shrine to the memory of my beloved Stella.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Who?

 

[Orac]

Mudd: Stella, my wife.

(Reveals a woman with a sour face.)