[Yosemite campsite] Come and get it! Come and get it!
Bones! Bones! Knock it off. We're right here, ...and we're starving.
Bi-podal 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.
In that case, I have little choice but to sample your beans.
...Hm! Surprisingly good. It does have a flavouring I am not familiar with.
Ah! That's the secret ingredient. Got any more of that secret ingredient, Bones?
Be my guest, Captain. Thank you.
Am I to understand that your secret ingredient is ...alcohol?
Whiskey. Tennessee whiskey, Spock! . Care for a little snort?
Bourbon and beans. An explosive combination. Do you 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, I am half human. Well, it certainly doesn't show.
Thank you.
How do you like it? This guy never changes. I insult him and he takes it as a compliment.
...Uh, you two of you could drive a man to drink.
Me? What did I do? What did you do? You
piss me off. Human life is far too precious to risk on crazy stunts. Maybe it didn't cross
that macho mind of yours that you should have been killed when you fell off that mountain.
It crossed my mind. And?
And, as I fell, I knew I wouldn't die. I thought he was the only one who's immortal.
It isn't that, Bones. I knew I wouldn't die because the two of you were with me.
I do not understand. I've always known ...I'll die alone.
Well, I'll call Valhalla and reserve you a room.
It's a mystery what draws us together. All that time in space ...getting on
each other's 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? I am preparing to toast
a 'marsh melon'. Well, I'll be damned.
A marsh melon. Where did you learn to do that? Before leaving the ship I consulted the computer
library to familiarise myself with the customs associated with 'camping out.'
Tell me, Spock. What do we do after we toast the marsh, ...er, melons?
We consume them. I know we consume them. I mean after that.
I believe we are required to engage in a ritual known as the sing-a-long.
I haven't sung around a campfire since I was a boy in Iowa. Wait a minute.
Bones, what are we gonna sing? How about 'Camptown Races?'
'Pack Up Your Troubles.' Are we leaving, Captain?
It's a song title, Spock. Ah.
'Moon Over Rigel Seven?' 'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.'
'Row, Row, Row Your Boat.' I love 'Row, Row... Do you 'Row, Row,
...Row Your Boat', Spock? That song did not come
up in my research, Captain. The lyrics are very simple. It's 'Row,
row, row your boat, gently down the stream, ...merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, life is
but a dream.' The Doctor and I will start it off and then when we give you the signal you jump in.
Doctor if you please. Don't say I didn't warn you.
KIRK/'Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream
merrily, merrily, merrily, ...merrily, life...' Come on, Spock? Why didn't you jump in?
I was trying to comprehend the meaning of the words.
It's a song, you green-blooded a Vulcan. You sing it. The words aren't important. What's important
is that you have a good time singing it. Oh, I am sorry, Doctor. ...Were
we having a good time? God! I liked him better before he died.
No, no, no, stop it. Let's... Let's go to bed and just let's get some sleep?