KIRK: Mister Spock. Still thinking about Trelane, is that it?
SPOCK: For the record, how do we describe him? Pure mentality? Force of intellect? Embodied energy? Superbeing? He must be classified, sir.
KIRK: God of war, Mister Spock.
SPOCK: I hardly find that fitting.
KIRK: Then a small boy, and a very naughty one at that.
SPOCK: It will make a strange entry in the library banks.
Star Trek TOS
1x17 Shore Leave
I’m not a psychiatrist.
I’m not a bricklayer.
I’m not an escalator.
I’m not a mechanic.
I’m not an engineer.
I’m not a coal miner.
But I do peek.
What am I?
You know, you have to see this place to believe it.
It’s like something out of Alice in Wonderland.