McCoy: Happy Birthday!
Kirk: I don’t know what to say.
McCoy: Well you could say thank you.
Kirk: Thank you.
McCoy: Damn it, Jim, what the hell’s the matter with you? Other people have birthdays. Why are we treating yours like a funeral?
Kirk: Bones, I don’t want to be lectured.
McCoy: What the hell do you want? This is not about age, and you know it. This is about you flying a goddamn computer console when you wanna be out there hopping galaxies.
Kirk: Spare me your notions of poetry, please. We all have our assigned duties.
McCoy: Bull. You’re hiding… hiding behind rules and regulations.
Kirk: Who am I hiding from?
McCoy: From yourself, Admiral!
Kirk: Don’t mince words, Bones, What do you really think?
McCoy: Jim, I’m your doctor and I’m your friend. Get back your command. Get it back before you turn into part of this collection. Before you really do grow old.
Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan