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I want to cry every time I see this. That’s Deforest Kelley and Brent Spiner, aka Bones and Data, in the pilot episode of The Next Generation. He lovingly makes fun of Vulcans, being old, and then says that the new Enterprise has the right name, and to treat the ship right, like a lady, and that she’ll always bring you home. He’s an Admiral, and refuses to take transporter beams. He’s also 137 years old.


McCOY: Have you got some reason why you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy? DATA: No sir.  But at your age, sir, I thought you  shouldn’t have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft. McCOY: Hold it right there, boy.  DATA: Sir? McCOY: What about my age? DATA: Sorry, sir.  If that subject troubles you - McCOY: Troubles me?  What’s so damned troublesome about not having died?  How old you think I am, anyway? DATA: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records. McCOY: Explain how you remember that so… exactly. DATA: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir. McCOY: I don’t see no points on your ears, boy.  But you sound like a Vulcan. DATA: No sir.  I am an android. McCOY (laughs): Almost as bad. DATA: I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an advanced and most honorable race. McCOY: Yeah, they are.  And damned annoying at times. DATA: Yes sir. McCOY: Well, this is a new ship.  But she’s got the right name.  Now you remember that, you hear? DATA: I will sir. McCOY: You treat her like a lady, and she’ll always bring you home.

fuckyeahdrmccoy:

vaako:

I want to cry every time I see this. That’s Deforest Kelley and Brent Spiner, aka Bones and Data, in the pilot episode of The Next Generation. He lovingly makes fun of Vulcans, being old, and then says that the new Enterprise has the right name, and to treat the ship right, like a lady, and that she’ll always bring you home. He’s an Admiral, and refuses to take transporter beams. He’s also 137 years old.

McCOY: Have you got some reason why you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy?
DATA: No sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn’t have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.
McCOY: Hold it right there, boy.
DATA: Sir?
McCOY: What about my age?
DATA: Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you -
McCOY: Troubles me? What’s so damned troublesome about not having died? How old you think I am, anyway?
DATA: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records.
McCOY: Explain how you remember that so… exactly.
DATA: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir.
McCOY: I don’t see no points on your ears, boy. But you sound like a Vulcan.
DATA: No sir. I am an android.
McCOY (laughs): Almost as bad.
DATA: I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an advanced and most honorable race.
McCOY: Yeah, they are. And damned annoying at times.
DATA: Yes sir.
McCOY: Well, this is a new ship. But she’s got the right name. Now you remember that, you hear?
DATA: I will sir.
McCOY: You treat her like a lady, and she’ll always bring you home.

"Star Trek: The Next Generation"

  • McCOY: Have you got some reason why you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy?
  • DATA: No sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.
  • McCOY: Hold it right there, boy.
  • DATA: Sir?
  • McCOY: What about my age?
  • DATA: Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you -
  • McCOY: Troubles me? What's so damned troublesome about not having died? How old you think I am, anyway?
  • DATA: 137 years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records.
  • McCOY: Explain how you remember that so... exactly.
  • DATA: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir.
  • McCOY: I don't see no points on your ears, boy. But you sound like a Vulcan.
  • DATA: No sir. I am an android.
  • McCOY (laughs): Almost as bad.
  • DATA: I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an advanced and most honorable race.
  • McCOY: Yeah, they are. And damned annoying at times.
  • DATA: Yes sir.
  • McCOY: Well, this is a new ship. But she's got the right name. Now you remember that, you hear?
  • DATA: I will sir.
  • McCOY: You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home.
Was DeForest Kelley pretending to stab William Shatner while Kristie Alley and Merritt Butrick looked on at your birthday party?
No? Then your birthday party sucked.
(Photo via treksinscifi.com)

Was DeForest Kelley pretending to stab William Shatner while Kristie Alley and Merritt Butrick looked on at your birthday party?

No? Then your birthday party sucked.

(Photo via treksinscifi.com)

"Star Trek: The Motion Picture"

  • McCOY: Spock, you haven't changed a bit. You're just as warm and sociable as ever.
  • SPOCK: Nor have you, Doctor - as your continued predilection for irrelevancy demonstrates.

"Star Trek: The Motion Picture"

  • CHEKOV: Negative damage reported, Captain. No casualties reported, Doctor.
  • McCOY: Wrong, Mr. Chekov. There ARE casualties: my WITS. As in "frightened out of," Captain, sir.

"Star Trek: The Motion Picture"

  • KIRK: Well, for a man who swore he'd never return to Starfleet -
  • McCOY: Just a moment, Captain, sir. I'll explain what happened: your revered Admiral Nogura invoked a seldom-used "reserve activation clause." In simpler language, Captain - they DRAFTED me.
  • KIRK: They didn't.
  • McCOY [realizing]: This was YOUR idea. This was YOUR idea, wasn't it?
  • KIRK: Bones, there's a thing out there.
  • McCOY: Why is any object we don't understand always called a "thing"?

"Star Trek"

  • McCOY: Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.
  • KIRK: Well I hate to break this to you, but Starfleet operates in space.