I have a question for the doctor. [Kirk leaves] Doctor, the ship's temperature is increasingly uncomfortable for me. I've adjusted the environment in my quarters to one hundred twenty five degrees, which is at least tolerable. However, I -
Well, I see I'm not going to be making any house calls on you!
I wondered if perhaps there was something which could lower my sensitivity to cold.
I'm not a magician, Spock - just an old country doctor.
Yes...as I always suspected.
Doctor, I am well aware of human characteristics. I am frequently inundated by them, but I've trained myself to put up with practically anything.
Spock, I don’t know too much about these little tribbles yet, but there is one thing that I have discovered.
I like them - better than I like you.
Doctor, they do indeed have one redeeming characteristic: they do not talk too much.
Captain, Starfleet was able to divert that freighter.
Good. That means Sherman's Planet will get its quadrotriticale [he looks around the Bridge]...only a few weeks late. I don't see any tribbles around here.
And you won't find a tribble on this entire ship.
Bones, how did you do it?
I cannot take credit for another man's work. Scotty did it.
Scotty! Where are the tribbles?
Oh, er, Captain, it was really Mister Spock's recommendation.
Based on computer analysis, of course, taking into account the possibilities of -
Gentlemen, I don't want to interrupt this mutual admiration society, but I'd like to know where the tribbles are.
Well, it was Mister Scott who performed the actual engineering.
Mister Scott. [slowly, for emphasis] Where are the tribbles?
I used the transporter, Captain.
You used the transporter?
Where did you transport them? Scott, you didn't transport them into space, did you?
Captain Kirk, that'd be inhuman!
I gave them a good home, sir.
[exasperated now] Where?!
I gave them to the Klingons, sir.
[whisper] You gave them to the Klingons?!
Aye, sir. Before they went into warp, I transported the whole kit and kaboodle into their engine room, where they'll be no tribble at all.
You mean ... you're gonna leave here without them, and run off on some wild goose chase halfway across the galaxy, just because you found a discrepancy in a hydrogen cloud?
Doctor, I'm chasing the Captain, Lieutenant Uhura and Ensign Chekov, not some wild aquatic fowl.
Well, Mr. Spock, if you’re going into the lion’s den, you’ll need a medical officer.
Daniel, as I recall, had only his faith, but I welcome your company, Doctor.