McCoy: I'm not sure I like that, Jim.
Kirk: Why, Bones? Scotty's a good man.
McCoy: He thinks he's the right man for her, but I'm not sure she thinks he's the right man. On the other hand, she's a woman--all woman.
McCoy: One day she'll find the right man, and off she'll go, out of the Service.
Kirk: It's not so much losing an officer as gaining... (thinks about it) Actually, I'm losing an officer.
Kirk: If you value your safety, release this ship.
Apollo: You have the same fire. How like your fathers you are--Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus.
Kirk: Never mind the history lesson. Release the ship!
Apollo: Captain Kirk, I invite you and your officers to join me. But do not bring that one, the one with the pointed ears. He is much like Pan, and Pan always bored me. No sad faces. This is a time to rejoice, not to fear. You are returning home. Let your hearts prepare to sing.
Kirk: Let's go, Bones. You in good voice?
Kirk: Insulted, Mr. Spock?
Spock: Insults are effective only where emotion is present.
Apollo: My children, long have I waited for this moment. The memories you bring of your lush and beautiful Earth, the green fields and blue skies, the simple shepherds and their flocks.
Kirk: You know of Earth? You've been there?
Apollo: Once I stretched out my hand, and Earth trembled. And I breathed upon it, and spring returned.
Kirk: You mentioned Agamemnon, Hector, Odysseus. How do you know about them?
Apollo: Search your most distant memories, those of the thousands of years past, and I am there. Your fathers knew me, and your father's fathers. I am Apollo.
Chekov: And I am the Tsar of all the Russias.
Kirk: Mr. Chekov.
Chekov: I'm sorry. I never met a god before.
Kirk: You've got a lot to learn!
Apollo: And so have you! Let the lesson begin! (grows to enormous size) Welcome to Olympus... Captain Kirk!
Chekov: Sir, some creatures can generate and control energy with no harm to themselves--the electric eel on Earth, the giant dry worm of Antos 4...
McCoy: Not the whole encyclopedia, Chekov.
Chekov: The captain requires complete information.
McCoy: Spock's contaminating this boy, Jim.
Kirk: Where's Apollo?
Chekov: He disappeared again! Like the cat in that Russian story...
Kirk: Don't you mean the English story – the Cheshire cat?
Chekov: Cheshire? No, sir; Minsk, perhaps...
Scotty: Carolyn. What's happened to her?
Kirk: Scotty, I'll find out.
Chekov: Perhaps if I assisted.
Kirk: How old are you?
Chekov: 22, sir.
Kirk: Then I'd better handle it.
Kirk: Give me your hand. Your hand. Now feel that. Human flesh against human flesh. We're the same. We share the same history, the same heritage, the same lives. We're tied together beyond any untie. Man or woman, it makes no difference. We're human. We couldn't escape each other even if we wanted to. That's how you do it, Lieutenant, by remembering who and what you are--a bit of flesh and blood a float in a universe without end. The only thing that's truly yours is the rest of humanity. That's where our duty lies.
Apollo: You love me.
Carolyn: Love you? Illogical. I'm not some simple shepherdess you can awe. Why, I could no more love you than I could love a new species of bacteria.
Apollo: Zeus. Hermes. Hera. Aphrodite. You were right. Athena. You were right. The time is passed. There is no room for gods. Forgive me, my old friends. Take me. Take me. Take me...
McCoy: I wish we hadn't had to do this.
Kirk: So do I. They gave us so much. The Greek civilization, much of our culture and philosophy came from a worship of those beings. In a way, they began the Golden Age. Would it have hurt us, I wonder... just to have gathered a few laurel leaves?