Spock: "One million, seven hundred and seventy one thousand, five hundred sixty one.

That's assuming one Tribble, having an average litter of 10 over a period of three days."


Kirk: "That's... (squeak) assuming that they got here three day's ago."

Spock: "And accounting for the grain consumed, and the volume of the storage compartment."


Other dialogue and then...

Bones: "JIM! I've got it! All we gotta do is stop feeding them. They stop feeding they stop breeding!"

Kirk: "(Squeaky squeak of another 2 falling Tribbles). NOW he tells me."



See what happens when your birthday falls on the same B-Day as Star Trek's? Bwahahahhahahahhhhaaaaaa

Those tribbles are always trouble huh Tony?

tribbles?