Y'know, I was thinking...
...I might have a beer. What do you think?
He has a code, and the code-
[tapping Munch] You're in the way.
[sighs and steps aside] The code is ev-
[handing Munch and Dot beers] Here you go.
Ok, so I'm gonna tell you a little secret. It says to use water, but I use milk. Even better, buttermilk. So, go ahead and measure out a cup.
[Munch stares confusedly at the measuring cup]
[pointing at the line on the measuring cup] This one's a cup.
Mmhmm. Pour it in there. [Munch pours in the buttermilk] OK, then, you add just a little honey. I'm assuming he paid you to come here - Roy - and do what you did. Maybe you're feeling sideways about it, 'cause of what it cost you. A partner. An ear. You go ahead, stir. [Munch stirs the batter] You took a job that had a risk to it. You got hurt. You can't be mad at the risk. That'd be like getting mad at the table you stubbed your toe on.
I might have gone over the deep end on the spices.
I know you had a mom back there, across the sea. And she loved you. If someone came for her, don't you think she would've done whatever it took to get back to you?
You say that as if life is a circle, but it's a line. Mother is the start. This is the other side.
Well, I don't know what that means. What I'm saying is it's a choice. You made a choice.
Well, personally, I never been across the sea.
By long boat, we came. Three dozen men pulling at the oars, the rain so heavy some drown in their seats.
First in forest, then on grassland. The man's hair grew long. He rode the horse without saddle or reins, and the people of the plains were his people. But then came the cannon and the musket and he was alone once more. For a century he spoke to no one.
Hmm. I don't know if I could go an hour without talking.
Yeah. You ever drive a Kia, Mr. Munch? It's like flying a cloud.
I think we should see how your biscuits turned out, huh?
Before the boat, the man lived on the moors and ate fleas from the rats. He was frightened all the time. Then one day, a man comes on a wealthy horse and offers him two coins and a meal. But the food was not food.
It was sin. The sins of the rich. Greed, envy, disgust. They were bitter, the sins. But he ate them all for he was starving. From then on, the man does not sleep or grow old. He cannot die. He has no dreams. All that is left...is sin.
It feels like that, I know. What they do to us, make us swallow. Like it's our fault. But you want to know the cure? You got to eat something made with love and joy. [Dot hands Munch a biscuit] And be forgiven.
[Munch bites the biscuit, chews, smiles, and begins to sob]
Mr. Spock, sometimes I think if I hear that word "frequency" again, I'll cry.
It is illogical for a communications officer to resent the word "frequency."
Then I'm an illogical woman. Why don't you tell me what an attractive lady I am? Or how your planet looks when the moon is full.
Vulcan has no moon, Miss Uhura.
You bleed too much, Crater. You're too pure and noble. Are you saving the last of its kind... or has this become Crater's private heaven here? This thing becomes wife, lover, best friend, wise man, fool, idol, slave. It isn't bad to have everyone in the universe at your beck and call. You win all the arguments.
Have I ever mentioned you play a very irritating game of chess, Mr. Spock?
Irritating? [smiling] Ah, yes. One of your Earth emotions.
[Kirk considers Spock for a moment, then calmly moves one of his own chess pieces. Spock's smile fades and he frowns as he realizes the effect of Kirk's move]
Certain you don't know what irritation is?
The fact one of my ancestors married a human female...
Terrible having bad blood like that.
