Star Trek V: The Final Frontier Page #2

We've been caught in a blizzard.

And we can't see a thing.

Request you direct us

to the coordinates.

My visuaI says

sunny skies and 70 degrees.

Sulu, look. The sun's come out.

lt's a miracle.

Don't worry, feIIas.

Your secret's safe with me.

I'II send the shuttIecraft to pick you up.

Uhura, I owe you one. Sulu out.

Come and get it! Come and get it!

Knock it. . . Bones! Bones,

knock it off! We're right here.

And we're starving.

Bipodal seeds, Doctor?

Beans, Spock. But no ordinary beans.

These are from an old Southern recipe

handed down to me by my father.

And if you stick your Vulcan nose up

at these,

you're not only insulting me,

but generations of McCoys.

ln that case, I have little choice

but to sample your beans.

Surprisingly good.

lt does have flavouring

l'm not familiar with.

That's the secret ingredient.

You got any more

of that secret ingredient, Bones?

-Be my guest.

-Thank you.

Am I to understand

that your secret ingredient is alcohol?

Whisky. Tennessee whisky, Spock.

You care for a little snort?

Bourbon and beans,

an explosive combination.

Think Spock can handle it?

Are you kidding?

With that Vulcan metabolism,

he could eat a bowl of termites

and it wouldn't bother him.

As you are so fond of pointing out,

Doctor, l'm half human.

Well, it certainly doesn't show.

Thank you.

How do you like that?

This guy never changes.

l insult him, and he takes it

as a compliment.

You know, you two

could drive a man to drink.

Me? What did I do?

What did you do?

You really piss me off, Jim.

Human life is far too precious

to risk on crazy stunts.

Maybe it didn't cross

that macho mind of yours,

but you should've been killed

when you fell off that mountain.

-lt crossed my mind.

-And?

And, even as I fell, I knew I wouldn't die.

l thought he was the only one

who's immortal.

Oh, no. lt isn't that.

l knew I wouldn't die because

the two of you were with me.

l do not understand.

l've always known I'll die alone.

Well, I'll call Valhalla

and have them reserve a room for you.

lt's a mystery to me

what draws us together.

All that time in space,

and we getting on each others' nerves,

and what do we do when shore leave

comes along?

We spend it together.

Other people have families.

Other people, Bones. Not us.

What are you doing?

l am preparing to toast a marsh melon.

Well, I'll be damned. A marsh melon.

Where'd you learn to do that?

Before leaving the ship,

l consulted the computer library

to familiarise myself with the customs

associated with camping out.

Well, tell me, Spock.

What do we do

after we toast the marsh melon?

We consume them.

l know we consume them.

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