Scotty: The best diplomat I know is a fully activated phaser bank.
Bones. What is it?
Bones: Jim, this ship is dissolving. My hand just passed through a man and a table.
McCoy: Are you out of your Vulcan mind?
Bones: It is a human characteristic
to love small furry animals.
Spock: [while holding a tribble] Intriguing. It's trilling
noise seems to produce a tranquilizing effect on the human nervous system.
[he begins to pet it gently]
Fortunately, I am, of course, immune.
Capt. Kirk: This is a mystery, and I don't like mysteries.
They give me a bellyache, and I've got a beauty right now.
McCoy: I'm a doctor, not an escalator.
McCoy: I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer.
McCoy: What am I, a doctor or a moon
McCoy: How does that Vulcan salute go?
That hurts worse than the uniform.
Scotty: Thank Heavens.
Spock: Mr. Scott,
there was no deity involved. It was my cross-circuiting to B that recovered them.
McCoy: Well, then thank
pitchforks and pointy ears.
Dr. McCoy: He's dead, Jim.
McCoy: What do you
get when you feed a tribble too much?
Capt. Kirk: A fat tribble.