DeForest Kelley: Dr. McCoy

All Our Yesterdays

Dr. McCoy

Dr. McCoy: Now, you listen to me, you pointed-eared Vulcan...
Mr. Spock: [grabbing McCoy] I don't like that. I don't think I ever did, and now I'm sure!
Dr. McCoy: What's happening to you, Spock!
Mr. Spock: Nothing that shouldn't have happened long ago.
Dr. McCoy: Long ago... Of course. Long ago!

Mr. Spock: In this severe cold, we cannot survive much longer.
Dr. McCoy: Leave me here, Spock!
Mr. Spock: We go together or not at all.
Dr. McCoy: Don't be a fool! My hands and face are frostbitten. I can't feel my feet. Alone you have a chance. Now do what I say. Go try to find Jim.
Mr. Spock: We go together.
Dr. McCoy: You stubborn, thick-headed Vulcan!

Dr. McCoy: Are you trying to kill me, Spock? Is that what you really want? Think; what are you feeling? Rage, jealousy? Have you ever had those feelings before?
Mr. Spock: This is impossible... Impossible. I am a Vulcan.
Dr. McCoy: The Vulcan you knew won't exist for another five thousand years. Think, man. What's happening on your planet right now, this very moment?
Mr. Spock: My ancestors are barbarians. Warlike barbarians.
Dr. McCoy: Who nearly killed themselves off with their own passions. Spock, you're reverting into your own ancestors five thousand years before you were born!

Mr. Spock: There's no further need to observe me, Doctor. As you can see, I've returned to the present in every sense.
Dr. McCoy: But it did happen, Spock.
Mr. Spock: Yes, it happened. But that was five thousand years ago. And she is dead now. Dead and buried. Long ago.

Dr. McCoy: You've been dishonest with me, Spock, and that is also something new for you.

Mr. Spock: [to Zarabeth] Dr. McCoy is making excellent progress.
Dr. McCoy: And Mr. Spock has been practicing medicine without a license. Now, don't let him doctor you; I'm the doctor around here.
Mr. Spock: And known as the worst patient in the entire crew of the Enterprise.

Mr. Spock: We can't get back. Wasn't that clear to you?
Dr. McCoy: Yes, that was clear to me.
Mr. Spock: Then perhaps you were too ill to understand what "can't get back" means.

Dr. McCoy: Zarabeth, you are a beautiful cook. Have you ever been told that?
Zarabeth: Not recently.
Dr. McCoy: Oh, well, you'll find that Spock is quite delinquent in those matters.
Zarabeth: I hadn't noticed it.
Dr. McCoy: Oh? Well, now that I'm feeling better, you'll notice a distinct difference in our approach.