Star Trek: The Original Series, Season 1

Crater:
The heroic captain and the intrepid doctor cross interstellar space to preserve our health! Oh, your sense of duty is overwhelming. Now, will you please go back where you came from and tell whoever issues your orders to leave me and my wife alone?!?

McCoy:
The machine is capable of almost anything, but I'll still put my trust in a healthy set of tonsils.

Uhura:
Mr. Spock, sometimes I think if I hear that word "frequency" again, I'll cry.

Spock:
It is illogical for a communications officer to resent the word "frequency."

Uhura:
Then I'm an illogical woman. Why don't you tell me what an attractive lady I am? Or how your planet looks when the moon is full.

Spock:
Vulcan has no moon, Miss Uhura.

Uhura:
I'm not surprised.

Kirk:
You bleed too much, Crater. You're too pure and noble. Are you saving the last of its kind... or has this become Crater's private heaven here? This thing becomes wife, lover, best friend, wise man, fool, idol, slave. It isn't bad to have everyone in the universe at your beck and call. You win all the arguments.

Kirk:
We're all aware of the need for salt on a hot and arid planet like this, Professor, but it's a mystery, and I don't like mysteries. They give me a bellyache and I got a beauty right now.

Spock:
Check.

Kirk:
Checkmate.

Spock:
Your illogical approach to chess does have its advantages on occasion, Captain.

Kirk:
I'd prefer to call it inspired.

Spock:
As you wish.

Charlie Evans:
Do you know about being with somebody? Wanting to be? If I had the whole universe, I'd give it to you, Janice. When I see you, I feel like I'm hungry all over. Do you know how that feels?

Kirk:
[to Charlie] You go slow, be gentle. It's no one-way street -- you know how you feel and that's all. It's how the girl feels too. Don't press. If the girl feels anything for you at all, you'll know.

Kirk:
Charlie, there are a million things in this universe you can have and there are a million things you can't have. It's no fun facing that, but that's the way things are.

Charlie:
What am I going to do?

Kirk:
Hang on tight and survive. Everybody does.

Charlie:
You don't!

Kirk:
Everybody, Charlie. Me too.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock?

Spock:
[unemotionally] My legs. They're broken.

Kirk:
Let him go too, Charlie.

Charlie:
Why?

Kirk:
Because I'm telling you to. You need me to run this ship and I need him.

[When Charlie Makes Yeoman Janice Rand "Disappear".]

Kirk:
Where is Yeoman Rand? Dead? Gone?Destroyed?

Charlie:
I Won't Tell YOU

Kirk:
Have I ever mentioned you play a very irritating game of chess, Mr. Spock?

Spock:
Irritating? [smiling] Ah, yes. One of your Earth emotions.

[Kirk considers Spock for a moment, then calmly moves one of his own chess pieces. Spock's smile fades and he frowns as he realizes the effect of Kirk's move]

Kirk:
Certain you don't know what irritation is?

Spock:
The fact one of my ancestors married a human female...

Kirk:
Terrible having bad blood like that.

Kirk:
What makes you so right and a trained psychiatrist wrong?

Spock:
Because she feels. I don't. All I know is logic.

Mitchell:
Time to pray, Captain. Pray to me.

Kirk:
To you? Not to both of you?

Mitchell:
Pray that you die easily.

Kirk:
There'll only be one of you in the end. One jealous god... if all this makes a god. Or is it making you something else?

Mitchell:
Your last chance, Kirk.

Kirk:
Do you like what you see? Absolute power corrupting absolutely.

Dehner:
Before long we'll be where it would have taken mankind millions of years of learning to reach.

Kirk:
And what will Mitchell learn in getting there? Will he know what to do with his power? Will he acquire the wisdom?

Dehner:
Please go back while you still can.

Kirk:
Did you hear him joke about compassion? Above all else a "god" needs compassion! Mitchell!

Kirk:
He didn't ask for what happened to him.

Spock:
I felt for him, too.

Kirk:
I believe there's some hope for you after all, Mr. Spock.

Spock:
Our spectro-readings showed no contamination, no unusual elements present.

Scotty:
At least none your tricorders could register.

Spock:
Instruments register only those things they're designed to register. Space still contains infinite unknowns.

McCoy:
We're doing everything that's possible!

Kirk:
Bones, I want the impossible checked out too!

Joe Tormolen:
We're all a bunch of hypocrites. Sticking our noses into something that we've got no business. What are we doing out here, anyway?

Sulu:
Take it easy, Joe.

Joe Tormolen:
Bring pain and trouble with us. Leave men and women stuck out on freezing planets until they die. What are we doing out here in space? Good? What good? We're polluting it! We're destroying it! We've got no business being out here! No business!

[Spock has just used the Vulcan nerve pinch on Sulu, who was rampaging about with a fencing sword]

Spock:
Take D'Artagnan here to sickbay.

Kirk:
Love... you're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine. This vessel...I give... she takes. She won't permit me my life. I've got to live hers.

Uhura:
[over the intercom] Entering planet's outer atmosphere, sir.

Scotty:
Captain!

Kirk:
What is it?

Scotty:
He's turned the engines off. They're completely cold. It'll take 30 minutes to regenerate them.

Uhura:
[over the intercom] Entering planet's outer atmosphere, sir. Ship's outer skin is beginning to heat, Captain. Orbit plot shows we have about 8 minutes left.

Kirk:
Scotty!

Scotty:
I canna change the law of physics! I've got to have 30 minutes!

Spock:
We have here an unusual opportunity to appraise the human mind, or to examine, in Earth terms, the roles of good and evil in a man-- his negative side, which you call hostility, lust, violence, and his positive side, which Earth people express as compassion, love, tenderness.

McCoy:
Are you aware it's the captain's guts you're analyzing?

Spock:
Yes, and what makes one man an exceptional leader? We see indications that it's his negative side which makes him strong, that his evil side, controlled and disciplined, is vital to his strength. Your negative side removed from you, the power of command begins to elude you.

McCoy:
Jim, you can't risk your life on a theory!

Spock:
Being split in two halves is no theory with me, Doctor. I have a human half, you see, as well as an alien half, submerged, constantly at war with each other. Personal experience, Doctor. I survive it because my intelligence wins out over both, makes them live together. Your intelligence would enable you to survive as well.

Spock:
[to Captain Kirk] You're the captain of this ship. You haven't the right to be vulnerable in the eyes of the crew. You can't afford the luxury of being anything less than perfect. If you do, they lose faith and you lose command.

Kirk:
[about Evil Kirk] I have to take him back inside myself. I can't survive without him. I don't want to take him back. He's like an animal. a thoughtless, brutal animal. And yet it's me. Me!

McCoy:
We all have our darker side. We need it; it's half of what we are. It's not really ugly, it's human.

Kirk:
Computer, go to sensor probe. Any unusual readings?

Computer:
No decipherable reading on females. However, unusual reading on male board members. Detecting high respiration patterns, perspiration rates up, heartbeat rapid, blood pressure higher than normal.

Kirk:
Uh, that's sufficient. Strike that from the record, Mr. Spock.

Harry Mudd:
Men will always be men — no matter where they are.

Harry Mudd:
You're a hard-nosed one, Captain.

Kirk:
And you're a liar. I think we both understand each other.

Kirk:
There's only one kind of woman...

Harry Mudd:
Or man, for that matter.

Kirk:
You either believe in yourself or you don't.

Harry Mudd:
Don't you think you could possibly, by accident, arrange to leave me behind here? On this planet, that would be punishment enough.

Kirk:
I can't do that, Harry, but I will appear as a character witness at your trial ... if you think that'll help.

Harry Mudd:
They'll throw away the key.

Dr. Korby:
Can you imagine how life could be improved if we could do away with jealousy, greed, hate? ...

Kirk:
It can also be improved by eliminating love, tenderness, sentiment — the other side of the coin, Doctor.

Dr. Korby:
Can you understand what I’m offering mankind?

Kirk:
Programming. Different word, but the same old promises made by Genghis Khan, Julius Caesar, Hitler, Ferris, Maltuvis.

Dr. Korby:
Remarkable, isn't she? Notice the-- the lifelike pigmentation, the variation in skin tones. The flesh-- The flesh has warmth. There's even a pulse, physical sensation.

Nurse Chapel:
How convenient.

Dr. Korby:
I am not a computer. Test me. Ask me to solve any-- Equate-- Transmit-- Christine, Christine, Iet me prove myself! Does this make such a difference?!?

Kirk:
We humans are full of unpredictable emotions that logic cannot solve.

Kirk:
No blah, blah, blah!

Children:
Boom! Bonk bonk on the head!

Spock:
The older the victim, the more rapid the progress of the disease.

Kirk:
And you? The disease doesn't seem to be interested.

Spock:
I am a carrier. Whatever happens, I can't go back to the ship. And I do want to go back to the ship, Captain.

Kirk:
Of course, Mr. Spock.

Kirk:
I think children have an instinctive need for adults. They want to be told right and wrong.

Kirk:
One of the advantages of being a captain, Doctor, is being able to ask for advice without necessarily having to take it.

Spock:
Interesting. You Earth people glorify organized violence for forty centuries, but you imprison those who employ it privately.

McCoy:
And, of course, your people found an answer.

Spock:
We disposed of emotion, Doctor. Where there's no emotion, there's no motive for violence.

Kirk:
What did you say your name was?

Van Gelder:
My name? My name is--aah! [struggling] Simon... Van Gelder! I was the director of-- director-- at the Tantalus colony. I was a graduate of...of...I was assistant to...Doctor...Doc--ah! [Sobbing] I knew... I knew. But they've erased it.

McCoy:
Erased?

Van Gelder:
Edited... adjusted... subverted me! But I won't forget! I won't forget!

Dr. Adams:
You're madly in love with Helen, Captain. You'd lie, cheat, steal for her, sacrifice your career, your reputation..... And now...she's gone.

Spock:
Has it occurred to you that there's a certain... inefficiency in constantly questioning me on things you've already made up your mind about?

Kirk:
It gives me emotional security.

McCoy:
[calling after Kirk as the latter leaves sick bay] Had to finish the physical on you, didn't I? What am I, a doctor or a moon shuttle conductor? [then, alone in the room] If I jumped every time a light came on around here, I'd end up talkin' to myself.

Kirk:
Captain to crew. Those of you who have served for long on this vessel have encountered alien life-forms. You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves, an irrational fear of the unknown. But there's no such thing as the unknown-- only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood. In most cases we have found that intelligence capable of a civilization is capable of understanding peaceful gestures. Surely a life-form advanced enough for space travel is advanced enough to eventually understand our motives. All decks stand by. Captain out.

Kirk:
This is the Captain of the Enterprise. Our respect for other life forms requires that we give you this... warning. There is one critical item of information that has never been incorporated into the memory banks of any Earth ship. Since the early years of space exploration, Earth vessels have had incorporated into them a substance known as... corbomite. It is a material and a device which prevents attack on us. If any destructive energy touches our vessel, a reverse reaction of equal strength is created, destroying --

Balok:
You now have two minutes.

Kirk:
-- destroying the attacker. It may interest you to know that since the initial use of corbomite more than two of our centuries ago, no attacking vessel has survived the attempt. Death has... little meaning to us. If it has none to you -- then attack us now. We grow annoyed at your foolishness.

Spock:
I regret not having learned more about this Balok. He was reminiscent of my father.

Scotty:
Then may heaven have helped your mother.

Spock:
Quite the contrary. She considered herself a very fortunate Earth woman.

See also The Cage (below) for the dialogue which derives from the first pilot.

McCoy:
Blast medicine anyway. We've learned to tie into every human organ in the body except one -- the brain. The brain is what life is all about. That man can think any thought that we can, and love, hope, dream as much as we can, but he can't reach out, and no one can reach in.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, when you're finished, I want to talk to you. This regrettable tendency you've been showing lately towards flagrant emotionalism --

Spock:
I see no reason to insult me, sir.

Kirk:
A Vulcan can no sooner be disloyal than he can exist without breathing.

McCoy:
This is the first time in a week I've had time for a drop. Would you care for a drink, Mr. Spock?

Spock:
My father's race was spared the dubious benefits of alcohol.

McCoy:
Oh. Now I know why they were conquered. What are you worried about? Jim generally knows what he's doing.

Spock:
It was illogical for him to bring those players aboard.

McCoy:
Illogical? Did you get a look at that Juliet? That's a pretty exciting creature. Of course your, uh, personal chemistry would prevent you from seeing that. Did it ever occur to you that he might like the girl?

Spock:
It occurred. I dismissed it.

McCoy:
You would.

McCoy:
What if you decide he is Kodos? What then? Do you play God, carry his head through the corridors in triumph? That won't bring back the dead, Jim.

Kirk:
No. But they may rest easier.

Lenore:
There is no mercy in you.

Kirk:
If he is Kodos, then I've shown him more mercy than he deserves. And if he isn't... then we'll let you off at Benecia, and no harm done.

Lenore:
Captain Kirk. Who are you to say what harm was done?

Kirk:
Who do I have to be?

Anton Karidian (Kodos):
I am tired! ... The past ... is a blank.

Kirk:
Those beautiful words, well acted, change nothing.

Kirk:
Worlds may change, galaxies disintegrate -- but a woman is always a woman.

Kirk:
[officiating at the wedding of Lieutenants Tomlinson and Martine] Since the days of the first wooden vessels, all shipmasters have had one happy privilege: that of uniting two people in the bonds of matrimony.

Lt. Stiles:
We know Outpost 4 has been attacked, sir. So if we intercept Romulans now, we--

Kirk:
After a whole century, what would a Romulan ship look like, Mr. Stiles? I doubt if they'll radio and identify themselves.

Lt. Stiles:
You'll know, sir. They're painted like a giant bird of prey.

Kirk:
I had no idea that history was your specialty.

Lt. Stiles:
Family history. There was a Captain Stiles in the space service then. Two Commanders, several junior officers. All lost in that war, sir.

Kirk:
Their war, Mr. Stiles. Not yours. Don't forget it.

Kirk:
[confronting Lt. Stiles] Well, here's one thing you can be sure of, mister. Leave any bigotry in your quarters, there's no room for it on the bridge. Do I make myself clear?

Lt. Stiles:
You do, sir.

Romulan Commander:
Danger and I are old companions.

Centurion:
We've seen a hundred campaigns together, and still I do not understand you!

Romulan Commander:
I think you do. No need to tell you what will happen the moment we reach home with proof of the Earthmen's weakness. And we will have proof. The Earth commander will follow, he must. And when he attacks, we will destroy him. Our gift to the homeland: another war.

Spock:
If Romulans are an offshoot of my Vulcan blood, then attack becomes even more imperative.

McCoy:
War is never imperative.

Spock:
It is for them, Doctor. Vulcan, like Earth, had its aggressive colonizing period, savage even by Earth standards. If Romulans retain this martial philosophy, then weakness is something we dare not show.

Kirk:
I wish I were on a long sea voyage somewhere. Not too much deck tennis, no frantic dancing. And no responsibility. Why me? I look around that bridge, and I see the men waiting for me to make the next move. And Bones,.... what if I'm wrong?

McCoy:
Captain, I--

Kirk:
No. I don't really expect an answer.

McCoy:
But I've got one. Something I seldom say to a... customer, Jim. In this galaxy, there's a mathematical probability of three million Earth-type planets. And in all the universe, three million million galaxies like this. And in all of that, and perhaps more, only one of each of us. Don't destroy the one named "Kirk".

Romulan Commander:
[referring to Kirk] He's a sorcerer, that one. He reads the thoughts in my mind.

Kirk:
Captain. Standing by to beam your survivors aboard our ship. Prepare to abandon your vessel.

Romulan Commander:
No. No, that is not our way. I regret that we meet in this way. You and I are of a kind. In a different reality, I could have called you "friend".

Kirk:
What purpose will it serve to die?

Romulan Commander:
We are creatures of duty, Captain. I have lived my life by it. Just one more duty to perform.

Spock:
After what this ship has been through in the last three months, there is not a crewman aboard who is not in need of rest. Myself excepted, of course.

Spock:
I picked this up from Dr. McCoy's log. We have a crew member on board who is showing signs of stress and fatigue. Reaction time down 9 to 12 percent. Associational reading Norm minus 3.

Kirk:
That's much too low a rating.

Spock:
He's becoming irritable and quarrelsome, yet he refuses to take rest and rehabilitation. Now he has that right, but...we found -

Kirk:
A crewman's rights end where the safety of the ship begins. Now that man will go ashore on my orders. What's his name?

Spock:
James Kirk.

[Realizing he's been tricked, Kirk stares somewhat balefully at Spock.]

Spock:
[continuing] Enjoy yourself, Captain. It's an interesting planet. I believe you'll find it quite pleasant, very much like your Earth. Scouts have detected no animals, artifacts, or forcefields of any kind. Only peace, sunshine, and good air. You'll have no problems.

Spock:
On my planet, to rest is to rest — to cease using energy. To me, it is quite illogical to run up and down on green grass, using energy, instead of saving it.

Kirk:
The more complex the mind, the greater the need for the simplicity of play.

Kirk:
I do [believe you]! I've met some interesting characters myself!

McCoy:
Mr. Spock, remind me to tell you that I'm sick and tired of your logic.

Spock:
That is a most illogical attitude.

Spock:
It is more rational to sacrifice one life than six.

McCoy:
I'm not talking about rationality.

Spock:
You might be wise to start.

Scott:
Tapping our boosters ended our last chance for a soft landing.

Boma:
You mean a burn-up?

Spock:
It is the usual end of a decaying orbit.

Mears:
I don't want to die up here.

Spock:
Infinitely preferable to the kind of death we'd be granted on the planet's surface, I should think.

Boma:
I admire your ability to make so measured a choice.

McCoy:
Respect is a rational process. Didn't it ever occur to you that they might react emotionally...with anger?

Spock:
Doctor, I am not responsible for their unpredictability.

McCoy:
They were perfectly predictable, to anyone with feeling.

Spock:
I realize that command does have its fascination, even under circumstances such as these, but I neither enjoy the idea of command nor am I frightened of it. It simply exists, and I will do whatever logically needs to be done.

Scotty:
Mr. Spock, you said a while ago that there were always alternatives.

Spock:
Did I? I may have been mistaken.

McCoy:
Well, at least I lived long enough to hear that.

Kirk:
Uh, Mr. Spock, there's really something I don't understand about all of this. And maybe you can explain it to me. Logically, of course. When you jettisoned the fuel and ignited it, you knew there was virtually no chance of it being seen, yet you did it anyhow. That would seem to be an act of desperation.

Spock:
Quite correct.

Kirk:
We all know, and I'm sure the doctor agrees, that desperation is a highly emotional state of mind. How does your well-known logic explain that?

Spock:
Quite simply, Captain. I examined the problem from all angles, and it was plainly hopeless. Logic informed me that, under the circumstances, the only possible action would have to be one of desperation. Logical decision, logically arrived at.

Kirk:
Aha, ha ha. I see. You mean you reasoned that it was time for an emotional outburst.

Spock:
Well, I... wouldn't put it in exactly those terms, Captain, but... those are essentially the facts.

Kirk:
You're not going to admit that for the first time in your life, you committed a purely human, emotional act?

Spock:
No, sir.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, you're a stubborn man.

Spock:
Yes, sir.

Trelane:
Oh, how absolutely typical of your species! You don't understand something so you become fearful.

[Trelane picks up a phaser.]

Trelane:
Ah this setting won't kill...and THIS WILL

[He vaporizes two alien creatures in wall niches.]

McCoy:
Does your logic find this fascinating, Mr. Spock?

Spock:
No. "Fascinating" is a word I use for the unexpected. In this case, I should think "interesting" would suffice.

Trelane:
You do realize that it's in deference to the Captain that I brought you here.

Spock:
Affirmative.

Trelane:
Well, I don't know if I like your tone. It's most challenging. That's what you're doing, challenging me?

Spock:
I object to you. I object to intellect without discipline. I object to power without constructive purpose.

Trelane:
Oh, Mr. Spock, you do have one saving grace after all - you're ill mannered. The human half of you, no doubt.

Kirk:
Our missions are peaceful — not for conquest. When we do battle, it is only because we have no choice.

Kirk:
We're living beings, not playthings for your amusement!

Trelane:
Silence! This trial is over! You are guilty. On all counts you are guilty. And according to your own laws, this court has no choice in fixing punishment. You will hang by the neck Captain, until you are dead, dead, dead!

Metron:
We are the Metrons. You are one of two crafts which have come into our space on a mission of violence. This is not permissible. Yet we have analyzed you and have learned that your violent tendencies are inherent. So be it. We will control them.

Metron:
Your captain is losing his battle. We would suggest you make whatever memorial arrangements, if any, which are customary in your culture. We believe you have very little time left.

McCoy:
We appeal to you in the name of civilization. Put a stop to this!

Metron:
Your violent intent and actions demonstrate that you are not civilized.

Kirk:
[to the helpless Gorn] No, I won't kill you. Maybe you thought you were...protecting yourself...when you attacked the outpost. [louder, to the Metrons] No, I won't kill him! Do you hear? You'll have to get your entertainment someplace else! [helpless Gorn disappears, and a Metron appears] You're a Metron?

Metron:
Does my appearance surprise you, Captain?

Kirk:
You seem more like a boy.

Metron:
I am approximately 1,500 of your Earth years old. You surprise me, Captain.

Kirk:
How?

Metron:
By sparing your helpless enemy who surely would've destroyed you, you demonstrated the advanced trait of mercy, something we hardly expected. We feel that there may be hope for your kind. Therefore, you will not be destroyed. It would not be...civilized.

Kirk:
What happened to the Gorn?

Metron:
I sent him back to his ship. If you like, I shall destroy him for you.

Kirk:
[calmly] No. That won't be necessary. We can talk. Maybe...reach an agreement.

Metron:
Very good, Captain. There is hope for you. Perhaps, in several thousand years, your people and mine shall meet to reach an agreement. You're still half-savage, but there is hope. We will contact you when we are ready.

Kirk:
We're a most promising species, Mr. Spock, as predators go. Did you know that?

Spock:
I frequently have my doubts.

Kirk:
I don't, not anymore. And maybe in a thousand years or so we'll be able to prove it. Never mind, Mr. Spock, it doesn't make much sense to me either.

Spock:
A thousand years, Captain?

Kirk:
Well that gives us a little time.

Kirk:
You said you had some additional information, Mr. Spock?

Spock:
I made an error in my computations.

McCoy:
Oh? This could be a historic occasion.

Kirk:
All right, Colonel. The truth is, I'm a little green man from Alpha Centauri, a beautiful place. You ought to see it.

Colonel Fellini:
I am going to lock you up for 200 years.

Kirk:
That ought to be just about right.

John Christopher:
You don't trust me, Spock.

Spock:
In fact, I do. But only to a certain point.

Kirk:
[to Spock] Your logic can be most... annoying.

Kirk:
[about John Christopher] But in our society, he'd be useless. Archaic.

McCoy:
But maybe he could be retrained, reeducated.

Kirk:
Now you're sounding like Spock.

McCoy:
If you're going to get nasty, I'm going to leave.

Kirk:
I hope I'm not crowding you.

Cogley:
What's the matter? Don't you like books?

Kirk:
Oh, I like them fine, but a computer takes less space.

Cogley:
A computer, huh? I got one of these in my office. Contains all the precedents, a synthesis of all the great legal decisions written throughout time. I never use it.

Kirk:
Why not?

Cogley:
I've got my own system. Books, young man, books. Thousands of them. If time wasn't so important, I'd show you something--my library. Thousands of books.

Kirk:
What would be the point?

Cogley:
This is where the law is, not in that homogenized, pasteurized, synthesized... do you want to know the law, the ancient concepts in their own language, learn the intent of the men who wrote them, from Moses to the tribunal of Alpha 3? Books.

Kirk:
You have to be either an obsessive crackpot who's escaped from his keeper or Samuel T. Cogley, attorney-at-law.

Cogley:
Right on both counts.

McCoy:
Well, I had to see it to believe it.

Spock:
Explain.

McCoy:
They're about to lop off the captain's professional head, and you're playing chess with the computer.

Spock:
That is true.

McCoy:
Mr. Spock, you're the most cold-blooded man I've ever known.

Spock:
Why, thank you, Doctor.

Areel:
Mr. Cogley is well-known for his theatrics.

Cogley:
Is saving an innocent man's career a theatric?

Stone:
Counsels will direct their remarks to the bench.

Cogley:
I'd be delighted to, sir, now that I've got something human to talk about. Rights, sir, human rights--the Bible, the Code of Hammurabi and of Justinian, Magna Carta, the Constitution of the United States, Fundamental Declarations of the Martian colonies, the Statutes of Alpha 3. Gentlemen, these documents all speak of rights. Rights of the accused to a trial by his peers, to be represented by counsel, the rights of cross-examination, but most importantly, the right to be confronted by the witnesses against him--a right to which my client has been denied.

Shaw:
Your Honor, that is ridiculous! We've produced the witnesses in court. My learned opponent had the opportunity to see them, cross-examine them--

Cogley:
All but one! The most devastating witness against my client is not a human being. It's a machine, an information system, the computer log of the Enterprise.

Cogley:
I speak of rights. A machine has none. A man must. My client has the right to face his accuser, and if you do not grant him that right, you have brought us down to the level of the machine. Indeed, you have elevated that machine above us. I ask that my motion be granted, and more than that, gentlemen, in the name of humanity, fading in the shadow of the machine, I demand it. I demand it!

Spock:
It is impossible for Captain Kirk to act out of panic or malice. It is not his nature.

Landru Computer:
I am Landru. I am he. All that he was I am, his experience, his knowledge.

Kirk:
But not his wisdom. He may have programmed you, but he could not have given you a soul. You are a machine.

Landru Computer:
Your statement is irrelevant.

Kirk:
Without freedom of choice there is no creativity.

Kirk:
It's time you learned that freedom is never a gift. It has to be earned.

Spock:
How often mankind has wished for a world as peaceful and secure as the one Landru provided.

Kirk:
Yes. And we never got it. Just lucky, I guess.

Spock:
I prefer the concrete, the graspable, the proveable.

Kirk:
You'd make a splendid computer, Mr Spock.

Spock:
That is very kind of you, Captain!

Spock:
Insufficient facts always invite danger.

Spock:
Superior ability breeds superior ambition.

McCoy:
[Khan has grabbed McCoy by throat and is holding a knife on him] Well, either choke me or cut my throat. Make up your mind.

Khan:
Where am I?

McCoy:
You're in bed, holding a knife at your doctor's throat.

Khan:
Answer my question!

McCoy:
It would be most effective if you would cut the carotid artery, just under the left ear.

Khan:
[releasing McCoy] I like a brave man.

McCoy:
[taking knife from Khan] I was just trying to prevent an argument.

Khan:
Go! Or stay! But do it because it is what you WISH to do!

Spock:
[To a guard] Sir, there's a multi-legged creature crawling on your shoulder. [Uses Vulcan nerve pinch on guard]

Ambassador:
What are you doing, Mr. Spock?

Spock:
Practicing a peculiar variety of diplomacy, sir. [Fires phaser]

Kirk:
Death. Destruction. Disease. Horror. That's what war is all about. That's what makes it a thing to be avoided.

Kirk:
[War] is instinctive. But the instinct can be fought. We're human beings with the blood of a million savage years on our hands! But we can stop it. We can admit that we're killers... but we're not going to kill today. That's all it takes! Knowing that we're not going to kill - today!

Spock:
Captain, you almost make me believe in luck.

Kirk:
Why, Mr Spock! You almost make me believe in miracles!

Spock:
I have never understood the female capacity to avoid a direct answer to any question.

Spock:
I've never stopped to look at clouds before. Or rainbows. You know, I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky, but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.

Kirk:
[narrating] Captain's log, Stardate 3417.7. Except for myself, all crew personnel have transported to the surface of the planet. Mutinied. Lieutenant Uhura has effectively sabotaged the communications station. I can only contact the surface of the planet. The ship can be maintained in orbit for several months, but even with automatic controls, I cannot pilot her alone. In effect, I am marooned here. I'm beginning to realize... just how big this ship really is. How quiet. I don't know how to get my crew back, how to counteract the effect of the spores. I don't know what I can offer against... paradise.

Spock:
I have a responsibility--to this ship, and to that man on the bridge. I am what I am, Leila. And if there are self-made purgatories, then we all have to live in them. Mine can be no worse than someone else's.

McCoy:
Well, that's the second time man's been thrown out of paradise.

Kirk:
No, no, Bones, this time we walked out on our own. Maybe we weren't meant for paradise. Maybe we were meant to fight our way through, struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way. Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute. We must march to the sound of drums.

Spock:
Captain, there are literally thousands of these tunnels in this general area alone. Far too many to be cut by the one creature in an ordinary lifetime.

Kirk:
Then we're dealing with more than one creature, despite your tricorder readings, or - we have a creature with an extremely long lifespan.

Spock:
Or, it is the last of a race of creatures which made these tunnels. If so, if it is the only survivor of a dead race, to kill it would be a crime against science.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, give us a report on life beneath the surface.

Spock:
Within range of our sensors, there is no life other than the accountable human residents of this colony beneath the surface. Eh, at least, no life as we know it.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, you are second in command. This will be a dangerous hunt. Either one of us, by himself, is expendable. Both of us are not.

Spock:
Captain, there are approximately one hundred of us engaged in this search against one creature. The odds against you and I both being killed are two thousand, twenty eight point seven to one.

Kirk:
Two thousand, twenty eight point seven to one? [Spock nods] Those are pretty good odds, Mr. Spock.

Spock:
They are of course accurate, Captain.

Kirk:
Of course. [pause] Well, I hate to use the word, but logically, with those kinds of odds, you might as well stay. But please stay out of trouble, Mr. Spock.

Spock:
That is always my intention, Captain.

McCoy:
You can't be serious. That thing is virtually made out of stone!

Kirk:
Help it. Treat it.

McCoy:
I'm a doctor, not a bricklayer!

Kirk:
You're a healer. There's a patient. That's an order.

Spock:
The Horta is badly wounded. It may die.

McCoy:
It won't die. By golly, Jim, I'm beginning to think I can cure a rainy day.

Kirk:
Can you help it?

McCoy:
Helped it? I cured it.

Kirk:
How?

McCoy:
Well, I had the ship beam down 100 pounds of that thermal concrete. You know, the kind we use to build emergency shelters out of 'em. It's mostly silicone. So I just troweled it into the wound, and it'll act like a bandage until it heals. Take a look. It's as good as new.

Kirk:
Well, Mr. Spock, I'm gonna have to ask you to get in touch with the Horta again. Tell her our proposition: She and her children can do all the tunneling they want, our people will remove the minerals, and each side will leave the other alone. You think she'll go for it?

Spock:
It seems logical, Captain. The Horta has a very logical mind - and after close association with humans, I find that curiously refreshing.

Spock:
Curious. What Chief Vanderberg said about the Horta is exactly what the Mother Horta said to me. She found humanoid appearance revolting... but she thought she could get used to it.

McCoy:
Oh, she did, did she? Now tell me, did she happen to make any comment about those ears?

Spock:
Not specifically, but I did get the distinct impression she found them the most attractive human characteristic of all. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that only I have—

Kirk:
She really liked those ears?

Spock:
Captain, the Horta is a remarkably intelligent and sensitive creature with impeccable taste.

Kirk:
Because she approved of you.

Spock:
Really, Captain, my modesty—

Kirk:
...Does not bear close examination, Mr. Spock. I suspect you're becoming more and more human all the time.

Spock:
Captain, I see no reason to stand here and be insulted.

Kirk:
Well there it is - war. We didn't want it, but we've got it.

Spock:
It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want.

Spock:
Captain, our information on these people and their culture was not correct. This is not a primitive society making progress toward mechanization. They are totally stagnant. There is no evidence of any progress as far back as my tricorder can register.

Kirk:
That doesn't seem likely.

Spock:
Nevertheless, it is true. For tens of thousands of years, there's been absolutely no advancement, no significant change in their physical environment. This is a laboratory specimen of an arrested culture.

Kirk:
Gentlemen, I have no great love for you, your planet, your culture. Despite that, Mr. Spock and I are gonna go out there, and quite probably die - in an attempt to show you that there are some things worth dying for.

Kirk:
What would you say the odds are on our getting out of here?

Spock:
Difficult to be precise, Captain. I should say approximately seven thousand eight hundred twenty four point seven to one.

Kirk:
Difficult to be precise? Seven thousand eight hundred and twenty four to one?

Spock:
Seven thousand eight hundred twenty four point seven to one.

Kirk:
That's a pretty close approximation.

Spock:
I endeavor to be accurate.

Kirk:
You do quite well.

Kirk:
I'm embarrassed. I was furious with the Organians for stopping a war I didn't want. We think of ourselves as the most powerful beings in the universe. It's unsettling to discover that we're wrong.

Spock:
Captain. It took millions of years for the Organians to evolve into what they are. Even the gods did not spring into being overnight. You and I have no reason to be embarrassed. We did, after all, beat the odds.

Kirk:
Oh, no, no, no, Mr. Spock, we didn't beat the odds; we didn't have a chance. The Organians raided the game.

Spock:
Jim, madness has no purpose, or reason, but it may have a goal. He must be stopped, held, destroyed if necessary.

Kirk:
Like Lazarus. Identical, yet both Lazarus. Except one is matter and the other antimatter. If they meet...

Spock:
Annihilation Jim. Total, complete, absolute annihilation.

Lazarus:
He'll kill us all if we don't kill him first! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL! KILL!

McCoy:
He's in a lot of pain!

Kirk:
Sometimes pain can drive a man harder than pleasure. I'm sure you know that, Doctor!

Kirk:
So you're the terrible thing? The murdering monster? The creature?

Anti-Lazarus:
Yes, Captain. Or he is. It depends on your point of view, doesn't it?

Kirk:
My friend is obviously Chinese. I see you've noticed the ears. They're actually easy to explain.

Spock:
Perhaps the unfortunate accident I had as a child.

Kirk:
...The unfortunate accident he had as a child. He caught his head in a mechanical... rice picker.

Edith Keeler:
One day soon, man is going to be able to harness incredible energies, maybe even the atom... energies that could ultimately hurl us to other worlds in... in some sort of spaceship. And the men that reach out into space will be able to find ways to feed the hungry millions of the world and to cure their diseases. They will be able to find a way to give each man hope and a common future. And those are the days worth living for.

Edith Keeler:
I think that one day they're going to take all the money that they spend now on war and death...

Kirk:
And make them spend it on life.

Edith Keeler:
You know as well as I do how out of place you two are around here.

Spock:
Interesting. Where would you estimate we belong, Miss Keeler?

Edith Keeler:
[to Spock] You? At his side. As if you've always been there and always will. [to Kirk] And you... you belong... in another place. I don't know where or how... I'll figure it out eventually.

Spock:
I'll finish with the furnace.

Edith Keeler:
'..., Captain.' Even when he doesn't say it, he does.

Spock:
I am endeavoring, Madam, to construct a mnemonic memory circuit using stone knives and bear skins.

Spock:
I am a Vulcan, doctor. Pain is a thing of the mind. The mind can be controlled.

Kirk:
You're only half Vulcan. What about the human half?

Spock:
It is proving to be an inconvenience, but it is manageable.

Spock:
I admire your curiosity Doctor, but I assure you I'm all right.

McCoy:
You may be controlling the pain, Mr. Spock... but you're far from all right.

Spock:
[presenting the first findings on the alien creature] Interesting, gentlemen. A one-cell creature resembling, more than anything else, a huge, individual brain cell.

Kirk:
Yes. That would answer a lot of questions.

Spock:
Do you understand what I'm suggesting, Captain?

Kirk:
I think so. This may be one cell in a larger organism, an incredibly huge organism, in fact.

Spock:
And although it is not physically connected to the other cells, it is, nevertheless, part of the whole creature, guided by the whole, drawing its strength from the whole, which probably accounts for its unusual resistance to our phaser weapons.

Kirk:
[narrating] Captain's log, stardate 3289.8. I am faced with the most difficult decision of my life. Unless we find a way to destroy the creatures without killing their human hosts, my command responsibilities will force me to kill over a million people.

Kirk:
Mr. Spock, regaining eyesight would be an emotional experience for most. You, I presume felt nothing?

Spock:
Quite the contrary, Captain, I had a very strong reaction. My first sight was the face of Dr. McCoy bending over me.

McCoy:
Hm, 'tis a pity brief blindness did not increase your appreciation for beauty, Mr. Spock.