Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home Quotes

Spock: [in response to Kirk pawning his antique spectacles from The Wrath of Khan] Excuse me, Admiral. But weren't those a birthday gift from Dr. McCoy?

Kirk: And they will be again, that's the beauty of it.

[to the Antique Store Owner]

Kirk: How much?

Antique Store Owner: Well, they'd be worth more if the lenses were intact. I'll give you one hundred dollars for them.

Kirk: [pause] Is that a lot?

[Kirk and Spock enter a bus headed for the aquarium - only to exit the bus about two seconds later]

Spock: [to Kirk] What does it mean, "exact change"?

Punk on bus: [Playing loud music on the bus]

Kirk: Excuse me.

Punk on bus: [He ignores him]

Kirk: Excuse me. Would you mind stopping that noise?

Punk on bus: [He turns it up louder]

Kirk: [louder and firmer] Excuse me! Would you mind stopping that damn noise?

Punk on bus: [He flips him off]

Kirk: [He looks at Spock]

Spock: [He gives the punk the Vulcan neck-pinch, followed by the delighted applause of the grateful bus passengers]

Spock: Admiral, may I ask you a question?

Kirk: Spock, don't call me "Admiral". You used to call me Jim. Don't you remember, "Jim"?

Spock: [He gives a blank look]

Kirk: [He gives up] What's your question?

Chekov: Admiral. We have found the nuclear wessel.

Kirk: Well done, Team two.

Chekov: And Admiral... it is the *Enterprise*.

[Kirk and Spock look at each other]

Kirk: Understood.

Kirk: [Explaining Spock's odd behavior] Oh, him? He's harmless. Back in the sixties, he was part of the free speech movement at Berkeley. I think he did a little too much LDS.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: LDS?

[Spock is still learning how to use profanity correctly]

Spock: They like you very much, but they are not the hell "your" whales.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: I suppose they told you that.

Spock: The hell they did.

[faced with a 20th century computer]

Scotty: Computer! Computer?

[He's handed a mouse, and he speaks into it]

Scotty: Hello, computer.

Dr. Nichols: Just use the keyboard.

Scotty: Keyboard. How quaint.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Do you guys like Italian?

Spock: No.

Kirk: Yes.

Spock: No.

Kirk: [at Spock] No, Yes.

Spock: No.

Kirk: Yes, I love Italian...

[looks at Spock]

Kirk: And so do you.

Spock: Yes.

Spock: Your use of language has altered since our arrival. It is currently laced with, shall we say, more colorful metaphors, "double dumb-ass on you" and so forth.

Kirk: Oh, you mean the profanity?

Spock: Yes.

Kirk: Well that's simply the way they talk here. Nobody pays any attention to you unless you swear every other word.

Kirk: Spock, where the hell's the power you promised?

Spock: One damn minute, Admiral.

[after landing and cloaking a Klingon spaceship in Golden Gate Park]

Kirk: Everybody remember where we parked.

Kirk: If we play our cards right, we may be able to find out when those whales are being released.

Spock: How will playing cards help?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Don't tell me! You're from outer space.

Kirk: No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.

Kirk: Out of the way...

Shore Patrolman: Sorry, Doctor, I have strict orders...

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [Gillian moans in pain]

McCoy: My God, man. Do you want an acute case on your hands? This woman has immediate postprandial, upper-abdominal distention. Now, out of the way! Get out of the way!

[They enter the operating room]

Kirk: What did you say she has?

McCoy: Cramps.

[Gillian has just beamed aboard the Klingon ship for the first time]

Kirk: Hello, Alice. Welcome to "Wonderland".

Chekov: [to a policeman] Excuse me, sir! Can you direct us to the naval base in Alameda? It's where they keep the nuclear wessels.

[He pauses, looks at Uhura, and tries again]

Chekov: *Nuclear wessels*.

Disgruntled guy in car: Hey, why don't ya watch where you're going, ya dumb-ass!

Kirk: Well, uh, double dumb-ass on you!

McCoy: I mean, I may have carried your soul, but I sure couldn't fill your shoes.

Spock: My shoes?

McCoy: Forget it.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Sure you won't change your mind?

Spock: Is there something wrong with the one I have?

McCoy: [McCoy, masked and in surgical garb, passes an elderly woman groaning on a gurney in the hallway] What's the matter with you?

Elderly patient: [weakly] Kidney

[pause]

Elderly patient: dialysis.

McCoy: [geniunely surprised] Dialysis?

[musing to himself]

McCoy: What is this, the Dark Ages?

[He turns back to the patient and hands her a large white pill]

McCoy: Here,

[pause]

McCoy: you swallow that, and if you have any more problems, just call me!

[He pats her cheek and leaves]

Elderly patient: [the dialysis patient is being wheeled down the hall after being given the pill by McCoy]

[joyfully]

Elderly patient: The doctor gave me a pill, and I grew a new kidney! The doctor gave me a pill, and I grew a new kidney!

Intern #1: [in disbelief, walking ahead of the patient] Fully functional?

Intern #2: [incredulous] Fully functional!

Kirk: Mr. Spock, have you accounted for the variable mass of whales and water in your time re-entry program?

Spock: Mr. Scott cannot give me exact figures, Admiral, so... I will make a guess.

Kirk: A guess? You, Spock? That's extraordinary.

Spock: [to Dr. McCoy] I don't think he understands.

McCoy: No, Spock. He means that he feels safer about your guesses than most other people's facts.

Spock: Then you're saying...

[pause]

Spock: It is a compliment?

McCoy: It is.

Spock: Ah. Then, I will try to make the best guess I can.

McCoy: Please do.

[Chekov is being interrogated]

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: Name.

Chekov: My name?

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: [sarcastically] No, my name.

Chekov: I do not know your name.

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: You play games with me, Mister, and you're through.

Chekov: I am? May I go now?

Shore Patrolman: How's the patient, doctor?

Kirk: He's gonna make it.

Shore Patrolman: He? You came in with a she.

Kirk: One little mistake...

Chekov: Cloaking device now available on all flight modes.

Kirk: I'm impressed - That's a lot of work for a short voyage.

Chekov: We are in an enemy wessel, sir. I did not wish to be shot down on our way to our own funeral.

Kirk: Good thinking.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: He's just gonna hang around the bushes while we eat?

Kirk: [shrugs] It's his way.

[Kirk has just spoken very abruptly to Mr. Scott]

Scotty: He's in a wee bit of a snit, isn't he?

Spock: He is a man of deep feelings.

Scotty: Aye, what else is new?

McCoy: You, ah, realize of course that if we give him the formula we're altering the future.

Scotty: Why? How do we know he didn't invent the thing?

Kirk: You're not exactly catching us at our best.

Spock: That much is certain.

Kirk: This is good-bye?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Why does it have to be good-bye?

Kirk: Well, like they say in your century, I don't even have your telephone number.

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: What do you think?

FBI Agent 2: He's a Russki.

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life, of course he's a Russki but he's a retard or something...

FBI Agent 2: You better call Washington.

Chekov: [picks up his phaser from the table, aiming at the FBI agents] Don't move!

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: OK, make nice, give us the ray gun.

Chekov: I warn you, if you don't lie on the floor... I will have to stun you.

FBI agent interrogating Chekov: Go ahead. Stun me.

Chekov: I'm very sorry, but...

[tries to fire the phaser, but it jams. Laughs nervously]

Chekov: Heh, must be the radiation.

[throws the phaser at the FBI agent and escapes through a back door]

[the crew is on a shuttlecraft pondering what their new starship will be]

Sulu: ...I'm counting on the *Excelsior*.

Scotty: The *Excelsior*? Why in God's name would you want that bucket of bolts?

Kirk: A ship is a ship.

Scotty: Whatever you say so.

[pause]

Scotty: Thy will be done.

[the new starship USS *Enterprise* 1701-A emerges into view]

Kirk: My friends.

[pause]

Kirk: We've come home.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Don't tell me you don't use money in the 23rd Century.

Kirk: Well, we don't.

Gillian: You're not from the military are you? Trying to teach whales to retrieve torpedoes or some dipshit stuff like that?

Kirk: No, ma'am. No dipshit.

Gillian: Well, good. That was one thing, I would have dropped you off right here.

Spock: Gracie is pregnant.

[Gillian brakes to a sudden stop]

Gillian: All right, who are you? And don't jerk me around anymore, I want to know how you know that!

Kirk: We can't tell you.

Gillian: But...

Kirk: Please, just let me finish. I can tell you that we're not in the military and that we intend no harm to the whales. In fact, we may be able to help - in ways that, frankly, you couldn't possibly imagine.

Gillian: Or believe, I'll bet.

Kirk: Very likely.

Kirk: They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all.

Gillian: "Whales Weep Not" - D. H. Lawrence.

Kirk: Our mission? Spock, you're talking about the end of every life on Earth! You're half human.

[pause]

Kirk: Haven't you got any goddamn feelings about THAT?

McCoy: [Dr. McCoy is talking about Mr. Spock]

McCoy: I don't know if you've got the whole picture, but he's not exactly working on all thrusters.

[to 20th Century American interrogators]

Chekov: I am Pavel Chekov, a commander in Starfleet. United Federation of Planets Service Number 656-5827D.

[about 20th Century America]

Kirk: This is an extremely primitive and paranoid culture.

Klingon Ambassador: Vulcans are well-known as the intellectual puppets of this Federation!

Ambassador Sarek: Your vessel did destroy the USS Grissom, your men did kill Kirk's son. Do you deny these events?

Klingon Ambassador: We deny nothing. We have the right to preserve our race.

Ambassador Sarek: You have the right to commit murder?

McCoy: You're going to try time traveling in this rustbucket?

Kirk: Well, we've done it before.

McCoy: Sure, you slingshot around the Sun, pick up enough speed - You're in time warp. If you don't, you're fried.

Kirk: I prefer it to nothing.

McCoy: I prefer a dose of common sense! You're proposing that we go backwards in time, find humpback whales, then bring them foward in time, drop 'em off, and hope to Hell they tell this probe what to do with itself!

Kirk: That's the general idea.

McCoy: Well, that's crazy!

Kirk: You've got a better idea?

[pause]

Kirk: Now's the time.

Sulu: San Francisco.

[pause]

Sulu: I was born there.

Kirk: [Trying to revive Mr. Checkov] Pavel, talk to me

[pause]

Kirk: Name! Rank!

Chekov: [groggily] Chekov, Pavel. Rank

[pause]

Chekov: Admiral!

Federation Council president: Captain Spock, you do not stand accused.

Spock: Mister President, I stand with my shipmates.

Federation Council president: As you wish.

Amanda: Spock, does the good of the many out weigh the good of the one?

Spock: I would accept that as an axiom.

Amanda: Then you stand here alive because of a mistake made by your flawed, feeling, human friends. They have sacrificed their futures because they believed that the good of the one - you - was more important to them.

Spock: Humans make illogical decisions.

Amanda: They do, indeed.

Chekov: Please, please - We're looking for the naval base in Alameda can you tell us where the nuclear wessels are?

Random Passerby: Oh, I don't know if I know the answer to that. I think it's across the Bay. In Alameda!

Chekov: That's what I said - Alameda, I know that.

Cmdr. Uhura: But where is Alameda?

Ambassador Sarek: As I recall, I opposed your enlistment in Starfleet. It is possible that judgment was incorrect. Your associates are people of good character.

Spock: They are my friends.

Ambassador Sarek: Do you have a message for your mother?

Spock: Yes. Tell her I feel fine.

Spock: To hunt a species to extinction is not logical.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Whoever said the human race was logical?

Vulcan Computer: What was Kiri-Kin-Tha's first law of metaphysics?

Spock: Nothing unreal exists.

Federation Council president: [In an emergency transmission] This is the President of the United Federation of Planets. Do not approach the Earth. The transmissions of an orbiting probe are causing critical damage to this planet. It has almost totally ionized our atmosphere. All power sources have failed. All Earth-orbiting starships are powerless. The probe is vaporizing our oceans. We cannot survive unless a way can be found to respond to the probe. Further communications may not be possible. Save your energy.

[pause]

Federation Council president: Save yourselves. Avoid the planet Earth at all costs. Farewell.

[Transmission distorts and fades away]

McCoy: Hi. Busy?

Spock: Uhura is busy. I am monitoring.

Saratoga captain: What do you make of it?

Saratoga science officer: It appears to be a probe, Captain. From an intelligence unknown to us.

Saratoga captain: Continue transmitting universal peace and hello in all known languages. Get me Starfleet Command.

Saratoga helmsman: Ready, Captain.

Saratoga captain: Starfleet Command, this is the U.S.S. Saratoga patrolling sector five, neutral zone. We're tracking a probe of unknown origin on apparent trajectory to the Terran solar system. Attempts to communicate with the probe have been negative on all known frequencies.

Starfleet Command: Continue tracking, Saratoga. We will analyze transmissions and advise.

[last lines]

[on the bridge of the new Enterprise]

Sulu: Helm ready, Captain.

Kirk: All right, Mr. Sulu. Let's see what she's got.

Kirk: You mean the profanity? That's simply the way they talk here. Nobody pays attention to you unless you swear every other word. You'll find it in all the literature of the period.

Spock: For example?

Kirk: Oh the collected works of Jacqueline Susann. The novels of Harold Robbins...

Spock: Ah, the "Giants".

McCoy: Perhaps, we could cover a little philosophical ground. Life

[pause]

McCoy: Death

[pause]

McCoy: Life.

[pause]

McCoy: Things of that nature.

Spock: I did not have time on Vulcan to review the philosophical disciplines.

McCoy: C'mon, Spock, it's me, McCoy. You really have gone where no man's gone before. Can't you tell me what it felt like?

Spock: It would be impossible to discuss the subject without a common frame-of-reference.

McCoy: You're joking!

Spock: A joke

[pause]

Spock: is a story with a humorous climax.

McCoy: You mean I have to die to discuss your insights on death?

Spock: Forgive me, Doctor. I am receiving a number of distress calls.

McCoy: I don't doubt it.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Wait a minute. How did you know Gracie's pregnant? Nobody knows that.

Spock: Gracie does.

McCoy: [probing Chekov's head] Tearing of the middle meningeal artery...

Doctor #1: What's your degree in, dentistry?

McCoy: How do YOU explain slowing pulse, low respiratory rate and coma?

Doctor #1: Fundascopic examination!

McCoy: Fundascopic examination is unrevealing in these cases!

Doctor #1: A simple evacuation of the epidural hematoma will relieve the pressure!

McCoy: My God man, drilling holes in his head is not the answer! The artery must be repaired! Now, put away your butcher's knives and let me save this patient before it's too late!

McCoy: You sure this is such a bright idea?

Kirk: What do you mean?

McCoy: [referring to Spock] I mean him! Back at his post like nothing happened. I don't know if you got the whole picture or not, but he's not quite operating on all thrusters!

Kirk: It'll come back to him.

McCoy: Are you sure?

[Kirk doesn't answer]

McCoy: That's what I thought.

[Kirk is pacing back and forth, considering a below-decks room in the Klingon ship for possible whale transport]

Kirk: Scotty, how long is this bay?

Scotty: About sixty feet, Admiral.

Kirk: Can you enclose it to hold water?

Scotty: [laughs] I suppose I could. You planning to take a swim?

McCoy: [sourly] Off the deep end, Mr. Scott!

Kirk: We got to find some humpbacks.

Scotty: Humpbacked... people?

Kirk: Whales, Mr. Scott, whales! Forty to fifty feet long and about 40 tons each.

Spock: Ready to engage computer, Admiral.

Kirk: What's our target in time?

Spock: Late twentieth century.

Kirk: Can you be more specific?

Spock: Not with this equipment. I've had to program some of the variables from memory.

Kirk: What are some of the variables?

Spock: The availability of fuel components, mass of the vessel through a time continuum, and probable location of humpback whales - in this case, the Pacific Basin.

Kirk: And you programmed all that from memory?

Spock: I have.

McCoy: Angels and ministers of grace, defend us!

Spock: [recognizing the quote] Hamlet, Act One, Scene Four.

Kirk: [smiling] No doubt about your memory, Spock. Engage computers. Prepare for warp speed.

Spock: Father.

Ambassador Sarek: I am returning to Vulcan within the hour, I would like to take my leave of you.

Spock: It was most kind of you to make this effort.

Ambassador Sarek: It was no effort. You are my son. And besides, I am most impressed with your performance in this... crisis.

Spock: Most kind.

Ambassador Sarek: As I recall, I opposed your enlistment in Starfleet. It is possible that judgment was incorrect. Your associates are people of good character.

Spock: They are my friends.

Ambassador Sarek: Yes, of course. Do you have a message for your mother?

Spock: Yes. Tell her, "I feel fine." Live long and prosper, father.

Ambassador Sarek: Live long and prosper, my son.

2nd Garbageman: [after seeing the invisible Klingon ship flatten a garbage can while landing in Golden Gate Park] Did you see that?

1st Garbageman: No, and neither did you so shut up!

[Captain Kirk and his crew prepare to time warp in order to retrieve Humpback whales from the past; via sling-shooting around the sun]

Kirk: [to himself] May fortune favor the foolish...

[normal voice]

Kirk: Warp speed, Mister Sulu.

Sulu: Aye, sir. Warp speed.

[the captured Klingon Vessel speeds up at warp speed]

Sulu: [silence in the cockpit; nonchalantly] Warp two... warp three.

Kirk: [uneasy] Steady as she goes...

Sulu: Warp four...

[a metallic reading plate slips off of Spock's desk. Spock reaches for it, but it falls into the grate. As the ship gets closer and closer to the sun, the interior of the Klingon vessel begins to vibrate gradually]

Sulu: Warp five...

[Another metallic reading plate slips off of Uhura's communications desk; clattering to the floor]

Sulu: Warp six...

[several objects fall to the floor noisily in the background as the ship's alarms go off]

Sulu: Warp seven... warp eight...

Chekov: Sir... heat shields at maximum!

Sulu: [over the alarms] Warp NINE! Nine point two, Nine point three...

Kirk: [over the noise] We need to breakaway speed.

Sulu: [literally shouting over the alarms] Nine point five, Nine point six, Nine point seven, Nine point eight...

[a screen bursts into shatters due to the pressure from the sun; Uhura screams. Kirk, Chekov, McCoy and Spock immediately turn their heads toward Uhrua's direction]

Cmdr. Uhura: [over the noise] I'm all right. I'm fine...

[Kirk lets out a sigh of relief; steam hisses as the ceiling cracks; the window shows that they are getting really close to the sun]

Kirk: [shouts] NOW MISTER SULU!

[the ship successfully maneuvers around the sun]

Federation Council president: The Council is now in session. If you will all take your seats. Bring in the accused.

[Spock leaves his seat and he moves at side of Kirk]

Federation Council president: Captain Spock, you do not stand accused.

Spock: Mister President, I stand with my shipmates.

Federation Council president: As you wish. The charges and specifications are: conspiracy, assault on Federation Officers, theft of Federation Property namely the Starship Enterprise, sabotage of the U.S.S. Excelsior, wilful destruction of Federation Property specifically the aforementioned U.S.S. Enterprise, and finally disobeying direct orders of the Starfleet Commander. Admiral Kirk, how do you plead?

Kirk: On behalf of all of us, Mister President, I am authorised to plead guilty.

Federation Council president: So entered. Because of certain mitigating circumstances, all charges but one are summarily dismissed. The remaining charge, disobeying orders of a superior officer is directed solely at Admiral Kirk. I'm sure the Admiral will recognise the necessity of keeping discipline in any chain of command.

Kirk: I do, sir.

Federation Council president: James T. Kirk. It is the judgment of this Council that you be reduced in rank to Captain, and that as a consequence of your new rank, you be given the duties for which you have repeatedly demonstrated unswerving ability: the command of a starship.

McCoy: [23:21] Really? So,you think this is it's way of saying, "hi there" to the people of the Earth?

Spock: [looking annoyed] There are other species on earth. Only human arrogance would assume the signal must be meant for mankind.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Where you fellas headed?

Kirk: Back to San Francisco.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Came all the way down here to jump in and swim with the kiddies, huh?

Kirk: [shrugs] ... Very little point in my trying to explain.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Yeah, I'll buy that.

Pilot: Have you ever flown before?

Sulu: Oh, here and there!

Kirk: [running towards the Bounty with an injured Checkov after he, Gillian, and McCoy escaped a hospital] Where would the whales be by now?

Gillian: At sea. If you have a chart on board, I'll show you.

Kirk: No, no, no. All I need is the radio frequency to track them.

Gillian: What are you talking about? I'm coming with you.

Kirk: You can't. Our next stop is the 23rd Century.

Gillian: Well, I don't care. I've got nobody here. I have got to help those whales!

Kirk: I haven't got time to argue with you, or to tell you how much you've meant to us. The radio frequency, please.

Gillian: The frequency's 401 megahertz.

Kirk: Thank you for everything.

[pulls out a communicator]

Kirk: Scotty, beam me up.

[the transport activates. Gillian hugs Kirk]

Gillian: Surprise!

[the transport takes them on board the Bounty]

Kirk: Where are you going?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: You're going to your ship. I'm going to mine. Science vessel. I got 300 years of catch-up learning to do.

Kirk: You know, it's ironic, when man was killing these creatures, he was destroying his own future.

Scotty: The beasties seem happy to see you, Doctor. I hope you like our little aquarium.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: A miracle, Mr. Scott.

Scotty: A miracle? That's yet to come.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: What does that mean?

Kirk: It means that our chances of getting home are not too good. You might have lived longer if you'd stayed where you belong.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: I belong here. I am a whale biologist. Suppose, by some miracle, you do get them through. Who in the 23rd century knows anything about humpback whales?

Kirk: You have a point.

Bob Briggs: [Gillian finds the whales gone] They left last night. We didn't want a mob scene with the press. It wouldn't have been good for them. Besides, we thought it would be easier on you this way.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: You sent them away without even letting me say goodbye to them?

Bob Briggs: Gillian.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [slapping him] You son of a bitch!

Kirk: You know, I could take those whales somewhere where they'd never be hunted.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [laughing] You can't even get yourself from Sausalito to San Francisco without a lift.

Kirk: If you have such a low opinion of my abilities, how come we're here having dinner?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Sucker for hard-luck cases.

Scotty: Well, this is a fine place you have here, Dr. Nichols.

Dr. Nichols: Thank you. I must say, Professor, your knowledge of engineering is most impressive.

Scotty: Yes.

McCoy: Back home, we call him the miracle worker.

Scotty: I noticed you're still working with polymers.

Dr. Nichols: Still? What else would I be working with?

Scotty: Aye, what else, indeed? I'll put it another way. How thick would a piece of your Plexiglass need to be, at 60 feet by 10 feet, to withstand the pressure of 18,000 cubic feet of water?

Dr. Nichols: Oh, that's easy. Six inches. We carry stuff that big in stock.

Scotty: I, uh, noticed. Now suppose, just suppose, I were to show you a way to manufacture a wall that would do the same job, but be only one inch thick. Would that be worth something to you, eh?

Dr. Nichols: You're joking.

McCoy: Perhaps the professor could use your computer.

Dr. Nichols: Please.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Well, Admiral, that was the briefest dinner I've ever had in my life, and certainly the biggest cockamamie fish story I've ever heard.

Kirk: You asked. Now, you tell me something. George and Gracie's transmitter, what's the radio frequency?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Sorry, that's classified. Look, I don't have a clue who you are, really. You wouldn't want to show me around your spaceship, would you?

Kirk: That wouldn't be my first choice, no.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Well, there we are.

Kirk: Let me tell you something. I'm here to bring two humpbacks into the 23rd century. If I have to, I'll go to the open sea to get them. I'd much rather have yours. It's better for me, it's better for you, it's better for them. Think about it.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [he gets out of her truck's passenger seat] Who are you?

Kirk: Think about it, but don't take too long. I'm out of time. If you change your mind, this is where I'll be.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Here? In the park?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Where could you take them?

Kirk: Hmm?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: My whales. Where could you take them where they'd be safe?

Kirk: Well, it's not so much a matter of a place as of a time.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Well, the time would have to be right now.

Kirk: Why right now?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Let's just say that no humpback born in captivity has ever survived. The problem is that they won't be that much safer at sea because of all the hunting this time of year. So you see, that, as they say, is that.

Kirk: I am from what, on your calendar, would be the late 23rd century. I've come back in time to bring two humpback whales with me in an attempt to... repopulate the species.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Well, why didn't you just say so? I mean, why all the coy disguises?

Kirk: You want the details?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Oh, I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China.

Kirk: When are those whales being released?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: Okay. What the hell? Your friend was right. Gracie's not only pregnant, she is *very* pregnant. And at noon tomorrow, in what is sure to be a media circus, the whales get shipped out.

Kirk: Noon tomorrow?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [he gets up] Are we leaving?

Kirk: Come on. We don't have much time.

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [their food is brought out] Could we have that to go, please?

Waiter: Sure. Who gets the bad news?

Dr. Gillian Taylor: [to Kirk] Let me guess. They don't use money in the 23rd century, do they?

Kirk: Well, we don't.