McCoy: What is it, Jim?
Kirk: A planet even Spock can't explain.
Uhura: Mr. Spock! Are you all right?
Spock: Yes. I believe no permanent damage was done.
Uhura: What happened?
Spock: The occipital area of my head seems to have impacted with the arm of the chair.
Uhura: No, Mr. Spock. I meant what happened to us?
Sulu: Once in Siberia, a meteor flattened whole forests.
Kirk: Mr. Sulu, if I had wanted a Russian history lesson I'd have brought along Mr. Chekov.
Lt. Rahda: Hmm. A positional change. It doesn't make any sense. But somehow I'd say that in a flash we've been knocked 1,000 light-years away from where we were.
Spock: 990.7 light-years to be exact, Lieutenant.
Scotty: But that's not possible. Nothing can do that.
Spock: Mr. Scott, since we are here, your statement is not only illogical but also unworthy of refutation.
Spock: Can you give me warp 8?
Scotty: Aye, sir. And maybe a wee bit more. I'll sit on the warp engines myself and nurse them.
Spock: That position, Mr. Scott, would be not only unavailing, but also... undignified.
Sulu: Poor D'Amato. What a terrible way to die.
Kirk: There are no good ways, Sulu.
Lt. Rahda: We're holding warp 8.4, sir. If we can maintain it, our estimated time of arrival is 11 and 1/2 solar hours.
Spock: 11.337 hours, Lieutenant. I wish you would be more precise.
Scotty: Mr. Spock, the ship feels wrong.
Spock: "Feels," Mr. Scott?
Scotty: I know it doesn't make sense. Instrumentation reads correct, but the feel is wrong! It's something I can't put into words.
Spock: That is obvious, Mr. Scott. Avoid emotionalism and simply keep your instruments correct. Spock out.
Scotty: Watkins. Check the bypass valve on the matter/anti-matter reaction chamber. Make sure it's not overheating.
Watkins: But Mr. Scott - the board shows correct...
Scotty: I didn't ask you to check the board, lad!
Watkins: Yes, sir!
Dr. M'Benga: Well, the pattern of cellular disruption was the same, but as to the cause, well, your guess is as good as mine.
Spock: My guess, Doctor, would be valueless. I suggest we refrain from guessing and find some facts. Spock out.
Losira: I am for Lieutenant Sulu. Please, I must touch him.
Kirk: How can you destroy others and not me?
Losira: I don't want to destroy. I don't want to.
Kirk: Bones, did you see that? Maybe Spock was wrong. Perhaps this is a ghost planet.
McCoy: Well, all I know is she almost made a ghost out of Sulu.
Uhura: Mr. Spock what are the chances of the captain and the others being alive?
Spock: Lieutenant, we are not engaged in gambling. We are proceeding in the only logical way to return to the place they were last seen, and factually ascertain whether or not they still live.
Scotty: We should reach maximum overload in about fifteen minutes.
Spock: I would calculate 14.87 minutes, Mr. Scott.
Scotty: Those few seconds will not make any difference, Mr. Spock, because you and I and the rest of the crew will no longer be here to bandy it back and forth. This thing is going to blow up, and there's nothing in the universe can stop it.
Scotty: Well, it's fused, all right, but it would take all the power of our main phaser banks to do it.
Scotty: I find nothing interesting in the fact we're about to blow up.
Spock: No, but the method is fascinating.
Scotty: Whatever did this is still aboard this ship!! I fail to understand why you canceled the security alert!
Spock: A force that could hurl us 990.7 light years away, and at that distance still be able to sabotage our main source of energy, will not be waiting around to be taken into custody.
Scotty: I'm so close to the flow now, and it feels like ants crawling all over my body.
Spock: Mr. Scott, I suggest you refrain from any further subjective descriptions. You now have 10 minutes and 1 9 seconds in which to perform your task.
Spock: You have 8 minutes, 41 seconds.
Scotty: I know what time it is. I don't need a bloomin' cuckoo clock.
Spock: Mr. Scott; you have completed your task.
Scotty: You could at least say "thank 'ye."
Spock: For what purpose? What is it in you humans that requires an overwhelming display of emotion in a situation such as this? Two men pursue the only reasonable course of action, and yet you feel that something else is necessary.
Kirk: The computer was too perfect. It projected so much of Losira's personality into the replica that it felt regret, guilt at killing. That bought us the time we needed to destroy it. She must have been a remarkable woman.
McCoy: And beautiful.
Spock: Beauty is transitory, Doctor. However, she was evidently highly intelligent.
Kirk: Kirk to Enterprise. Five to beam up. - I don't agree with you, Mr. Spock.
Spock: Indeed, Captain?
Kirk: Beauty... survives.