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Kirk:
Our missions are peaceful -- not for conquest. When we do
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Trelane: Oh, how absolutely typical of your species!
You don't understand something so you become fearful. |
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Kirk: Trelane was probably doing things comparable to
the mischievous pranks you played when you were a boy.
Spock: 'Mischievous pranks', Captain?
Kirk: Yes -- dipping little girls' curls in inkwells,
stealing apples from the neighbors' trees, tying cans on --
forgive me...Mr. Spock. I should have known better.
Spock: I shall be delighted, Captain. |
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Trelane: Dear Captain, so many questions. Make the most
of an uncertain future. Enjoy yourself today.
Tomorrow...(ominously) may never come at all. |
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Trelane: Do you know that you're one of the few
predator species that preys even on itself? |
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Spock [reading from the screen]: Hip-hip... hoorah? And
I believe it's pronounced...tallyho.
DeSalle: Some kind of a joke, sir?
Spock: I'll entertain any theories, Mr. DeSalle. Any at
all. |
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McCoy: The word (desert) conjures up pictures of dunes,
oases, mirages. Sunlight, palm trees.
Spock: We're 900 light-years from that kind of desert.
The precise meaning of the word 'desert' is a waterless,
barren wasteland. I fail to understand your romantic nostalgia
for such a place.
McCoy: It doesn't surprise me, Mr. Spock. I can't
imagine a mirage ever disturbing those mathematically perfect
brain waves of yours.
Spock: Thank you, Dr. McCoy. |
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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
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