Spock: I've never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.
Spock: I have a responsibility to this ship, to that man on the bridge. I am what I am, Leila. If there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's.
Dr. McCoy: Well, that's the second time man's been thrown out of paradise.
Captain James T. Kirk: No, no, Bones, this time we walked out on our own. Maybe we weren't meant for paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute. We must march to the sound of drums.
Capt. Kirk: We're evacuating all colonists to Starbase 27.
Spock: No, I don't think so.
Capt. Kirk: You don't think so, WHAT?
Spock: I don't think so, SIR.
Captain James T. Kirk: I had to make you angry enough to shake off their influence. That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
Spock: That may be correct, Captain, but trying to initiate a brawl with over 500 crewmen and colonists is hardly logical.
Captain James T. Kirk: I had something else in mind.
Leila Kolomi: You never told me if you had another name, Mr Spock?
Spock: You couldn't pronounce it.
Dr. McCoy: On pure speculation, just an educated guess, I'd say that man is alive.
Captain James T. Kirk: [after enticing a fight with Spock] Anyhow, I don't know what you're so mad about. It isn't every first officer who gets to belt his captain... several times.
Spock: Captain, striking a fellow officer is a court-martial offense.
Captain James T. Kirk: Well, if we're both in the brig, who's going to build the subsonic transmitter?
Spock: That is quite logical, captain.
Capt. Kirk: I said get back to your station.
Lt. Leslie: No, sir.
Capt. Kirk: This is mutiny, mister.
Lt. Leslie: Yes, sir. It is.
Sulu: When it comes to farms, I wouldn't know what looked right or wrong if it were two feet from me.
Capt. Kirk: My orders are to remove all the colonists and that's exactly what I intend to do, with or without your help.
Elias Sandoval: Without, I should think.
Dr. McCoy: [after Elias walks off] Would you like to use a butterfly net on him, Jim?
Capt. Kirk: Mr. Spock, there were 150 men, women and children in that colony. What're the chances of survivors?
Spock: Absolutely none, Captain. Berthold Rays are such a recent discovery, we do not yet have full knowledge of their nature. It is known, however, that living animal tissue disintegrates under exposure. Sandoval's group could not have survived after three years.
McCoy: I've examined nine men so far varying in ages form 23 to 59. They're all in perfect condition. Textbook responses. Heart/lungs: excellent. Coordination: excellent. Reflexes: excellent. If there're many more of them, I can throw away my shingle.
Capt. Kirk: [to Spock] All right, you mutinous, disloyal, computerized half-breed. We'll see about you deserting my ship.
Capt. Kirk: You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship - right next to the dog-faced boy.
Capt. Kirk: [after speaking over communicator to a blissed-out Spock] The frequency is open, but he doesn't answer.
McCoy: That didn't sound at all like Spock, Jim.
Capt. Kirk: No? I thought you said you might like him if he mellowed a little.
McCoy: I didn't say that!
Capt. Kirk: You said that, I...
McCoy: Not exactly! And he might be in trouble.
Capt. Kirk: [Everybody is now safely back aboard Starship 'Enterprise'] We haven't heard much from you about Omicron Ceti III, Mr. Spock.
Spock: I have little to say about it, captain. Except that... for the first time in my life... I was happy.
Elias Sandoval: Well, Doctor, I've been thinking about what sort of work I could assign you to.
McCoy: [annoyed] What do you mean "what sort of work"? I'm a doctor!
Elias Sandoval: Not anymore, of course. We don't need you, not as a doctor.
McCoy: [stands up] Oh, no? Would you like to see just how fast I can put you in a hospital?
Elias Sandoval: I am the leader of this colony. I'll assign you to whatever work I think is suitable!
[begins to walk away]
McCoy: Just a minute!
McCoy: Better make me a mechanic! Then I can treat little tin gods like you!
McCoy: [swings at McCoy - McCoy blocks and punches Sandoval in the stomach. Sandoval doubles over and falls to the ground] Sorry, Sandoval. I don't know what made me do that.
Elias Sandoval: [Sandoval is now free of the spore influence as is McCoy. Sandoval realizes finally what has happened] We've done nothing here. No accomplishments, no progress. Three years wasted. We wanted to make this planet a garden!
McCoy: You can't stay here. You can't survive without the spores. After you've cleared at the starbase, you could be relocated. It depends on what you want.
Elias Sandoval: I think I'd... I think WE'D like to get some work done, the work we started out to do.
Dr. McCoy: Hey, Jim boy, ya'll ever have a real cold Georgia-style mint julep, huh?
Captain James T. Kirk: [narrating] Captain's log, stardate 3417.7. Except for myself, all crew personnel have transported to the surface of the planet, mutinied. Lieutenant Uhura has effectively sabotaged the communications station. I can only contact the surface of the planet. The ship can be maintained in orbit for several months, but even with automatic controls, I cannot pilot her alone. In effect, I am marooned here. I'm beginning to realize... just how big this ship really is. How quiet. I don't know how to get my crew back, how to counteract the effect of the spores. I don't know what I can offer against... paradise.