Genesis Planet Forbidden (Search for Spock)

[A cosmopolitan bar]

WAITRESS: Long time, Doc. McCOY: Yeah. ...Anybody been looking for me? WAITRESS: I have, ...but what's the use? What'll it be? McCOY: Altair water. WAITRESS: That's not your usual poison. McCOY: To expect one to order poison in a bar is not logical. WAITRESS: Got it. ALIEN: To your planet, welcome. McCOY: I think that's my line, stranger. ALIEN: Oh, forgive. I here am new. But you are known, being McCoy from Enterprise. McCOY: You have me at a disadvantage, sir. ALIEN: I name not important. You seek I. Message received. Available ship stands by. McCOY: How much and how soon? ALIEN: How soon is now. How much is where? McCOY: Somewhere in the Mutara Sector. ALIEN: Oh. Mutara restricted. Take permits many. Money, more. McCOY: There aren't going to be any damn permits! How can you get a permit to do a damn illegal thing? Look, price you name, money I got. ALIEN: Place you name, money I name. Otherwise, bargain, no. McCOY: All right, dammit. It's Genesis. The name of the place we're going is Genesis. ALIEN: Genesis! McCOY: Yes, Genesis! How can you be deaf with ears like that? ALIEN: Genesis allowed is not. ...It's planet forbidden. McCOY: Look, my backwards friend! Genesis may be 'planet forbidden' but I'm damn well... CIVILIAN AGENT: Sir, ...I'm sorry, but your voice is carrying. I don't think you want to be discussing this subject in public. McCOY: I'll discuss what I like, and who the hell are you? CIVILIAN AGENT: Could I offer you a ride home, Doctor McCoy? McCOY: Where's the logic in offering me a ride home, you idiot! If I wanted a ride home, would I be trying to charter a space flight? ALIEN: Aarrgh! McCOY: How the hell do you know who I am? CIVILIAN AGENT: Federation Security, sir. (McCoy tries the Vulcan nerve pinch on the agent unsuccessfully) CIVILIAN AGENT: You're going to get a nice, long rest, Doctor.