— You can keep the clothes, Doc.
I CAN’T BELIEVE I FINALLY DID THIS
*BATTLE THEME FROM AMOK TIME PLAYING*
(via lesbo-a-gogo)
Spock: Something wrong?
McCoy: Yes. There’s something odd about that man, and I can’t quite pinpoint it.
Spock: Perhaps you’re making a rather hasty judgment. Mister Norman has only been aboard seventy two hours.
McCoy: I know when something doesn’t strike me right, and he doesn’t.
Spock: Specifics, Doctor. Labels do not make arguments.
McCoy: All right. There’s something wrong about a man who never smiles, whose conversation never varies from the routine of the job, and who won’t talk about his background.
Spock: I see.
McCoy: Spock, I mean that it’s odd for a non-Vulcan. The ears make all the difference.
Spock: I find your argument strewn with gaping defects in logic.
McCoy: Maybe, but you can’t evaluate a man by logic alone. Besides, he has avoided two appointments that I’ve made for his physical exam without reason.
Spock: That’s not at all surprising, Doctor. He’s probably terrified of your beads and rattles.
(via startrekgifs)
