Kirk: “Open your eyes and… look at me. No, I don’t think I… will kill you. Although you need killing… badly. That’s what’s wrong… with you. You should be killed and often and by… someone who knows how.
Gorn: “And I suppose you think you’re the proper person.”
Kirk: “I… might be… if the right moment… ever… came and I had enough ingredients to make black powder, a piece of… bamboo to make a suitable barrel to make a makeshift firearm, and… diamonds to use as… projectiles.”
Gorn: “You’re a conceited, blackhearted varmint, Kirk. I don’t know why I let you come and see me.”
Kirk: “I’ll tell you… why, Gorn. Because I’m the only… other being the Metron’s sent to this damned … Arena planet.”