Kirk/McCoy | (enter a bar) |
Kirk | Timothy. Haven't seen you since the Vulcanian expedition. |
Kirk | Well. I see our graduating class from the academy is well represented. Argan... Heller... |
Kirk | How're you doing, Mike? |
Mike | I'll get by, Jim. |
Timothy | I understand you're, laying over for repairs. Big job? |
Kirk | Couple of days. |
Timothy | Be moving out then? |
Kirk | In a hurry to see me go? |
Timothy | Oh, I just wondered how long it would take you to get a new, records officer. |
Kirk | You can talk plainer than that. |
Timothy | I can. But I think the point's been made. Ben was a friend of ours. |
McCoy | C'mon Jim, let's go. |
Kirk | No go on, finish. Ben was a friend of yours, and... |
McCoy | Jim. |
Kirk | Go on. I'm waiting to hear the rest. |
Mike | Why don't you tell us? |
Kirk | What would be the point? You've already made up your minds. |
Kirk | Excuse me, Bones. |
Kirk | (leaves the bar) |
Note: Good acting by a kind-hearted man.