Character: Spock

- Captain, I advise You to stop trying. Don't risk the ship for me.
- Shut up, Spock, we're saving you!
- Well, thank you, captain McCoy.

- Are you afraid of cars?
Not at all, captain. Your style of driving - that's what bothers me.

- All we can do is to accept hope as a rational explanation.
- Hope? I always thought it was human weakness, Mr. Spock.
- True, doctor. Permanent negative effects entails a certain level of pollution.

Well, You must be very unhappy, Mr. Spock.
- It is a human emotion, doctor, which is a total stranger to me. How can I be unhappy?
Well, we found a whole new world with the same minds as You. Logical, unemotional, completely pragmatic. And we poor, irrational humans, defeated them in a fair fight. Now You have to go back to illogical people.
- That highly meets my needs. Because I so desperately needed as on a ship full of illogical humans.

- Hort's highly intelligent and sensitive animal with impeccable taste.
- Because she likes you?
- You know, captain, my modesty...
- ... does not withstand close examination, Mr. Spock.

- Captain, You almost make me believe in luck.
- Well, Mr. Spock, You almost make me believe in miracles.

- You look like you more and more human.
- I see no reason to stand here and listen to insults.

- I made a mistake in calculations.
- It must be a historical event.

It seems illogical to me to run on the grass and spend the energy instead to save her. Completely illogical.

Labels that hang on people are not arguments.

Funny. Chief Vandenberg said about the Horta the same as the mother Horta said to me about people. The appearance of humanoids disgusts her, but she hoped to get used to them.
- She said that? Tell me, did she say anything about your ears?
- In General no. But I was under the impression that the people she liked the most. I did not dare to say that they are just me.
- She really liked your ears?
- Captain, the Horta is a very intelligent and sensitive creature with impeccable taste...
- Because she likes you?
- You know, captain, my modesty...
- Does not withstand close examination, Mr. Spock. It seems that you more and more human.
- Captain, I see no reason to stand here and listen to insults.

- You know better than me how you both out of place here.
- It is interesting. And where do you think we would be out of place, miss Keeley?
You sat down next to him, as it always was and will be. And you - in some other place. I don't know what it is. But I understand it.

- Spock, what the hell is Vulcan mineral's doing here?
Lieutenant Uhura wears an amulet from Vakayi, which I gave her as a sign of my respect.
You gave radioactive decoration?
Radiation is harmless. Besides, it makes it easy to detect.
- You gave the girl a tracking device?
- With other intentions.
Good thing he doesn't respect me.

I really forbid myself any feelings, realizing that my life is finite. When she was dying Admiral pike, I joined with his consciousness and experienced what he felt at the point of care. Rage. Confusion. Loneliness. Fear. I have experienced similar feelings, only their strength was exponentially more in the day, when it was destroyed my planet. I decided that I never want to experience ever. Nyota, you mistake my rejection of the senses for the manifestation of indifference. I assure you, it is precisely the opposite.