[ You know what, wrap up his redundancy in shiny glossy sarcasm paper and put a freaking bow on it, call it your Christmas present. As if Spock isn't one for redundant sass when he's feeling edgy (aka always.)

Also try and toss him across the room, see what happens. ]

Too bad you can't listen to yourself. I'm almost tempted to say your whinin' is enough to best Jim's when he's the one bedridden, but I don't want to test my luck. [ Which is already shitty to begin with. ]

Thankfully my professional experience doesn't depend on your say-so to determine whether my patients are fit for duty or not. [ A heavy, pointed pause, then he stares flatly at Spock. ] Unless you're claiming you don't trust my professional expertise and abilities as a doctor.

[ He's evidently not above guilt-tripping Spock into playing along. ]