Hmm. There are ancient Earth legends about wizards and their familiars. –Familiars? –Demons in animal forms sent by Satan to serve the wizard. –Superstition. –I do not create the legend, Captain. I merely report it.
He doesn't know about trick-or-treat. –I do not understand that reference. Therefore, it also of no importance.
Three witches, what appears to be a castle, and a black cat. –If we weren't missing two officers, and a third one dead, I'd say someone was playing an elaborate trick-or-treat on us. –Trick-or-treat, Captain? –Yes, Mr. Spock. You'd be a natural. I'll explain it to you one day.
You ready, Bones? –No. Signed aboard this ship to practice medicine, not to have my atoms scattered back-and-forth across space by this gadget.
Well either choke me or cut my throat. Make up your mind.