"The Trouble with Tribbles" Line-by-Line

[Enterprise1981]

JONES: He's only a harmless little...

 

[Gul Re'jal]

KORAX: Take it away!

 

[Leandar]

Jones: Yes. Ah, my good friend! How would you like to enter another little transaction? This time, a tribble for a spot...

 

[Orac]

Barkeep: A tribble?

 

[Enterprise1981]

JONES: Indeed.

 

[Alienesse]

BARMAN: (starts producing tribbles from all over the place and putting them on the bar) A tribble?

 

[Captain Robert April]

SCOTTY: When are ye gonna get off that milk diet, lad?

 

[Enterprise1981]

CHEKOV: This is vodka.

 

[Leandar]

Scotty: Where I come from, that's soda pop. Now, this is a drink for a man.

 

[Captain Robert April]

CHEKOV: Scotch?

 

[Leandar]

Scotty: Aye.

 

[Enterprise1981]

CHEKOV: It was invented by a little old lady from Leningrad.

^ Doesn't he mean St. Petersburg???

 

[Ziz]

(Korax approaches Cyrano Jones at the bar.)
KORAX: The Earthers like those fuzzy things, don't they?

 

[Captain Robert April]

(Jones laughs nervously, then takes a swig of his drink)

KORAX: Well, frankly, I've never liked Earthers. They remind me of Regulan blood worms.

 

[Alienesse]

CHEKOV: That Cossack.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

SCOTT: Easy, lad. You ought to be more forgiving.

 

[Alienesse]

KORAX: No. I just remembered. There is one Earthman who doesn't remind me of a Regulan blood worm. That's Kirk. A Regulan blood worm is soft and shapeless, but Kirk isn't soft. Kirk may be a swaggering, overbearing, tin-plated dictator with delusions of godhood, but he's not soft.

(Chekov leaps to his feet)

 

[CoveTom]

SCOTTY: Take it easy, lad. Everybody's entitled to an opinion.

 

[Gul Re'jal]

KORAX: That's right, and if I think that Kirk is a Denebian slime devil, well that's my opinion too.

 

[CoveTom]

SCOTTY (to Chekov): Don't do it, Mister, and that's an order.