“Spock, it’s an interplanetary bazaar. It’s supposed to be lively.” “We had better stay in a group,” he decided. “Come with me, ladies.”
"The Council will make no exceptions to its ruling. Vulcan's Space lanes are full of misguided people hoping to receive the blessing of Yanash."
"Spock, you are an intelligent man. There is only one way for you to be certain that you are making the right decision. Come, see the truth for yourself. It is only logical."
"Why do you continue to deny the facts? When will you understand? An award won through cheating has no value. It is meaningless."
"Spock, let us be truthful," Sparn responded. "I have never done anything to honor you or your home, but with your forbearance I hope to do so now."
"Captain, I am indeed aware that Christmas, which Christians celebrate as the birth of Jesus Christ, is three months away. Hardly 'around the corner', might I add?"
"I am a man of many years," he thought, "a gray-haired elder of the clan of Talek-sen-deen. What words can one so young possibly speak to me?"