Genesis Planet Forbidden (Search for Spock)

[A cosmopolitan bar] 
WAITRESS: Long time, Doc.
 
McCOY: Yeah. ...Anybody been looking for me?
 
WAITRESS: I have, ...but what's the use? What'll it be?
 
McCOY: Altair water.
 
WAITRESS: That's not your usual poison.
 
McCOY: To expect one to order poison in a bar is not logical.
 
WAITRESS: Got it.
 
ALIEN: To your planet, welcome.
 
McCOY: I think that's my line, stranger.
 
ALIEN: Oh, forgive. I here am new. But you are known, being McCoy from Enterprise.
 
McCOY: You have me at a disadvantage, sir.
 
ALIEN: I name not important. You seek I. Message received. Available ship stands by.
 
McCOY: How much and how soon?
 
ALIEN: How soon is now. How much is where?
 
McCOY: Somewhere in the Mutara Sector.
 
ALIEN: Oh. Mutara restricted. Take permits many. Money, more.
 
McCOY: There aren't going to be any damn permits! How can you get a permit to do a damn illegal thing? Look, price you name, money I got.
 
ALIEN: Place you name, money I name. Otherwise, bargain, no.
 
McCOY: All right, dammit. It's Genesis. The name of the place we're going is Genesis.
 
ALIEN: Genesis!
 
McCOY: Yes, Genesis! How can you be deaf with ears like that?
 
ALIEN: Genesis allowed is not. ...It's planet forbidden.
 
McCOY: Look, my backwards friend! Genesis may be 'planet forbidden' but I'm damn well...
 
CIVILIAN AGENT: Sir, ...I'm sorry, but your voice is carrying. I don't think you want to be discussing this subject in public.
 
McCOY: I'll discuss what I like, and who the hell are you?
 
CIVILIAN AGENT: Could I offer you a ride home, Doctor McCoy?
 
McCOY: Where's the logic in offering me a ride home, you idiot! If I wanted a ride home, would I be trying to charter a space flight?
 
ALIEN: Aarrgh!
 
McCOY: How the hell do you know who I am?
 
CIVILIAN AGENT: Federation Security, sir.
 
(McCoy tries the Vulcan nerve pinch on the agent unsuccessfully)
 
CIVILIAN AGENT: You're going to get a nice, long rest, Doctor.