"The Corbomite Maneuver" Line-by-Line!

Kirk: Navigation?

 

Bailey: Distance from us, fifteen hundred ninety-three meters, position constant.

 

SULU: Each of its edges measures one hundred seven meters. Mass, a little under eleven thousand metric tons.

 

Kirk: Scotty?

 

SCOTTY: Mode of power? Beats me what makes it go.

 

Kirk: I'll buy speculation.

 

SCOTTY: I'd sell it if I had any. That's a solid cube. How something like that can sense us coming, block us, move when we move, it beats me. That's my report.

 

KIRK: Life sciences.

 

MCCOY: Same report.

 

BAILEY: Sir, we going to just let it hold us here? We've got phaser weapons. I vote we blast it.

 

KIRK: I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Bailey... when this becomes a democracy.

 

^ finishing

Captain's Log, star date 1513.8. Star maps reveal no indication of habitable planets nearby. Origin and purpose of the cube still unknown. We've been here, held motionless, for eighteen hours.

[Briefing room]

KIRK: Anything further, gentlemen?

SPOCK: I believe it adds up to either one of two possibilities. First, a space buoy of some kind.

 

KIRK: Second?

 

SPOCK: Flypaper.

 

KIRK: And you don't recommend sticking around.

 

SPOCK: Negative. It would make us appear too weak.

 

KIRK: It's time for action, gentlemen. Mister Bailey...

 

BAILEY: Bridge to Phaser Gun Crew....

 

KIRK: Countermand. I'll select what kind of action.

 

Bailey: I'm sorry sir, I thought you meant...