Harry Mudd: Human beings do not survive on bread alone, you poor, soulless creature, but on the nourishments of liberty. For what indeed is a man without freedom, naught but a mechanism, trapped in the cogwheels of eternity.
McCoy: You offer us only well-being.
Scott: Food and drink and happiness mean nothing to us. We must be about our job.
McCoy: Suffering and torment and pain. Laboring without end.
Scott: Dying and crying and lamenting over our burdens.
McCoy and Scott: Only this way can we be happy.
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