(The fal-tor-pan is completed. Everybody anxiously awaits to see what happened.)
SPOCK: I’m all right, Jim.
KIRK: Good to have you back, Spock.
SPOCK: Spock? What are you... (hesitantly touches his ears and feels the pointed tips) What the devil? Oh no.
McCOY: The situation is even less agreeable for me, Doctor. I find it illogical that you should object to residing in what is unquestionably a superior body.
SPOCK: Dammit, Spock, I’m a doctor, not a green-blooded hobgoblin!
McCOY: The two categories are not logically exclusive. You are both. (Checks his own anatomy.) And I believe I have just discovered why your wife left you. Interesting.
KIRK: (whimpers)
SPOCK: I’m all right, Jim.
KIRK: Good to have you back, Spock.
SPOCK: Spock? What are you... (hesitantly touches his ears and feels the pointed tips) What the devil? Oh no.
McCOY: The situation is even less agreeable for me, Doctor. I find it illogical that you should object to residing in what is unquestionably a superior body.
SPOCK: Dammit, Spock, I’m a doctor, not a green-blooded hobgoblin!
McCOY: The two categories are not logically exclusive. You are both. (Checks his own anatomy.) And I believe I have just discovered why your wife left you. Interesting.
KIRK: (whimpers)