Scotty: Mr. Spock, the Captain, Lieutenant Uhura and Chekov, they vanished! They got onto the transporter platform and they just vanished!
Spock: I presume you mean they vanished in a manner not consistent with the usual workings of the transporter, Mr. Scott.
Scotty: Aye, of course I mean that! Do you think I'd call you if they just beamed down?
Spock: We shall continue sensor scans, Doctor. At the moment, that is all we can do, except hope for a rational explanation.
McCoy: Hope? I always thought that was a human failing, Mr. Spock.
Spock: True, Doctor. Constant exposure does result in a certain degree of contamination.
Spock: They are not within the confines of this solar system.
McCoy: It's been nearly an hour. Can people live that long as disassembled atoms in a transporter beam?
Spock: I have never heard of a study being done, but it would be a fascinating project.
McCoy: Fascinating? Those people are friends of ours out there, if they're still alive.
Spock: Precisely. The odds are not good. No. I would say approximately 400...
McCoy: Don't quote odds and don't give me any more dispassionate logic, Mr. Spock. Just keep looking for them.
Spock: I would welcome a suggestion, Doctor, even an emotional one, as to where to look.
McCoy: First time you've ever asked me for anything, and it has to be an occasion like this.
McCoy: You're going to 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?
Spock: Doctor, I am chasing the captain, Lieutenant Uhura, and Ensign Chekov, not some wild aquatic fowl.
Chekov: You... you have been selected for me?
Tamoon: No. I am only your drill thrall. I have brought you nourishment. It is a nice name. "Chee-koof."
Chekov: Heh, heh. "Chekov."
Tamoon: Chee... koof! It is a very nice name. I am called Tamoon.
Chekov: Oh, uh, pleased... pleased to know you, uh ... miss.
Galt: It is part of your training. The Providers wish it.
Kirk: The devil with the Providers.
Provider 1: Provider 1 bids three hundred quatloos for the newcomers.
Provider 2: Provider 2 - three hundred and fifty quatloos!
Provider 3: Provider 3 - four hundred!
Provider 2: One thousand quatloos!
Provider 3: One thousand fifty quatloos!
Provider 1: Two thousand!
(There is a long pause.)
Galt: Two thousand quatloos are bid. Is there a challenge?
(The Providers do not reply)
Galt: The newcomers have been vended, to Provider 1.
Provider #1: ls that what you humans call compassion? It is interesting, but it has no value here.
(after Kirk kisses Shahna)
Galt: Captain, you do indeed present many surprises. Because you have amused the Providers, there will be no punishment.
McCoy: Well, my hunch is that they're back on Gamma II--dead or alive--and I still want another search.
Scotty: Dr. McCoy speaks for me, too, sir.
Spock: I see. Gentlemen, I am in command of this vessel, and we shall continue on our present course, unless it is your intention to declare a mutiny.
Scotty: Mr. Spock!
McCoy: Who said anything about a mutiny, you stubborn, pointed-eared... all right. If we don't find them here, do we still have another search on Gamma II?
Spock: Agreed. Mr. Scott, could you manage warp 7?
Scotty: I would be more than content to do so, sir, and maybe a wee bit more.
McCoy: Well Mr. Spock, if you're going into the lion's den, you'll need a medical officer.
Spock: Daniel, as I recall, had only his faith, but I welcome your company, Doctor.
Kirk: My people pride themselves on being the greatest, most successful gamblers in the universe. We compete for everything--power, fame, women--everything we desire, and it is our nature... to win.
Kirk: Your terms are unfair!
Provider One: On the contrary. Our terms are extremely fair, since your alternative is death.
Scotty: What in the name of heaven is this?
McCoy: Heaven's got very little to do with this.