Outburst (Amok Time)

[Corridor]
(Kirk has just climbed up a ladder to this deck when McCoy exits the turbolift.)
MCCOY: Oh, Captain. Got a minute?
KIRK: A minute.
MCCOY: It's Spock. Have you noticed anything strange about him?
KIRK: No, nothing in particular. Why ?
MCCOY: Well, it's nothing I can pinpoint without an examination, but he's become increasingly restive. If he were not a Vulcan, I'd almost say nervous. And for another thing, he's avoiding food. I checked and he hasn't eaten at all in three days.
KIRK: That just sounds like Mister Spock in one of his contemplative phases.
MCCOY: Miss Chapel.
CHAPEL: (carrying a tray and sounding embarrassed) Doctor McCoy.
MCCOY: Captain.
CHAPEL: Captain.
MCCOY: What's this?
CHAPEL: Oh.
MCCOY: Oh! Vulcan plomeek soup, and I'll bet you made it too. You never give up hoping, do you?
CHAPEL: Well, Mister Spock hasn't been eating, Doctor, and I, I just happened to notice.
MCCOY: It's all right. Carry on, Miss Chapel.
(She turns and rings the bell on Spock's quarters. The door opens and she enters.)
KIRK: Bones, I'm a busy man.
MCCOY: Jim, when I suggested to Spock that it was time for his routine check-up, your logical, unemotional first officer turned to me and said, you will cease to pry into my personal matters, Doctor, or I shall certainly break your neck.
KIRK: Spock said that?
SPOCK [OC]: What is this?
(The door to his quarters opens and Chapel rushes out with a scream, just before the soup bowl hits the opposite wall.)
SPOCK [OC]: Poking and prying! If I want anything from you, I'll ask for it!
(Everyone stops and stares as he come to his door.)
SPOCK: Captain, I should like to request a leave of absence on my home planet. On our present course you can divert to Vulcan with a loss of but two point eight light days.
KIRK: Spock, what the devil is this all about?
SPOCK: I have made my request, Captain. All I require from you is that you answer it. Yes or no.