"The Trouble With Tribbles" Line-by-Line

[Brennyren]

JONES: Indeed.

 

[May 20]

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

 

[Brennyren]

(The pretty lady in yellow brings our group their drinks.)
SCOTT: When are you going to get off that milk diet, lad?

 

[retroenzo]

CHEKOV: This is vodka.

 

[May 20]

SCOTT: Where I come from, that's soda pop. This is a drink for a man.

 

[mattman8907]

CHEKOV: Scotch?

 

[May 20]

SCOTT: Aye.

 

[retroenzo]

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

 

[Brennyren]

(Korax goes over to the bar and shares his drink with Jones.)
KORAX: The Earthers like those fuzzy things, don't they?

 

[May 20]

JONES: Oh, yes.

 

[mattman8907]

KLINGON: Frankly, I never liked Earthers. They remind me of Regulan blood worms.

 

[Brennyren]

CHEKOV: That Cossack!

 

[May 20]

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

 

[Athena28]

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.

 

[mattman8907]

(Chekov leaps to his feet)
SCOTT: Take it easy, lad. Everybody's entitled to an opinion.

 

[retroenzo]

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

 

[Brennyren]

(Chekov is seething, manifestly ready to kick some Klingon butt.)
SCOTT: Don't do it, mister, and that's an order.

 

[May 20]

CHEKOV: You heard what he called the captain.

 

[Brennyren]

SCOTT: (soothingly) Forget it. It's not worth fighting for. We're big enough to take a few insults. Now, drink your drink. (swaps Chekov's vodka for Freeman's red wine.)

 

[alensatemybuick1]

O'BRIEN: Look at the way Kirk is ignoring that Klingon. He's letting the security officer handle it.