"The Trouble With Tribbles" Line-by-Line

[mattman8907]

[Lurry's office]

LURRY: What's wrong?

 

[Brennyren]

KIRK: Plenty, if what I think's happened has happened.

 

[mattman8907]

[Storage compartments]
KIRK: Is that door secure?

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[Brennyren]

GUARD: Yes, sir. Nothing could get in.

 

[May 20]

KIRK: Good. Open it.

 

[retroenzo]

GUARD: It's not working, sir. It seems to be stuck.

 

[May 20]

KIRK: Here. Let me try it.
(But he can't open it either, so he tried one of the overhead doors instead. That does open, and a whole load of tribbles fall out, burying the gallant Captain up to his shoulders. Spock examines one.)

 

[retroenzo]

SPOCK: They seem to be gorged.

 

[ChasFink]

BARIS: Gorged? On my grain? Kirk, I am going to hold you responsible. There must be thousands of them.

 

[Brennyren]

KIRK: Hundreds of thousands.

 

[May 20]

SPOCK: One million seven hundred seventy one thousand five hundred sixty one. That's assuming one tribble, multiplying with an average litter of ten, producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days.

 

[retroenzo]

KIRK: That's assuming they got here three days ago

 

[May 20]

SPOCK: And allowing for the amount of grain consumed and the volume of the storage compartment.

 

[retroenzo]

BARIS: Kirk, you should have known. You are responsible for turning the development project into a total disaster.

 

[mattman8907]

KIRK: Mister Baris

 

[Brennyren]

BARIS: And I'm through being intimidated, Kirk! You have insulted me, you have ignored me, you've walked all over me. You have abused your authority, and you've rejected my requests. And this, this is the result! I'm going to hold you responsible!

 

[mattman8907]

KIRK: Mister Baris, I'll hold you in irons if you don't shut up.

 

[retroenzo]

MCCOY: Jim, I think I've got it. All we have to do is quit feeding them. We quit feeding them, they stop breeding.

 

[May 20]

KIRK: Now he tells me.

 

[retroenzo]

SPOCK: Captain this tribble is dead. And so are these.