"Return to Tomorrow" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

SCOTT: I tell you, lady, this thing won't work.

 

[Orac]

Spock: It will have twice the strength and agility of your body, engineer, and will last a thousand years. That is, assuming you'll stop wasting your time and allow us to complete it.

 

[BlueStuff]

^ SPOCK: A thousand-year prison, Thalassa. And when it wears out we'll build another one, and we'll lock ourselves into it for another thousand years. And another, and another. Sargon has closed his mind to a better way. With these bodies.


MULHALL: They're not ours, Henoch.

 

[Orac]

Spock: When you awoke in this body, Thalassa, you said how good it was to breathe again, to have eyes and to see again. To feel. To live and feel again, Thalassa. Just think how much we can do for mankind. Are these bodies too much to ask for in return? Would you prefer this?

 

[Leandar]

Mulhall (as Thalassa): No. I'm beginning to hate it.

(She rushes out, and Spock/Henoch smirks)

 

[Orac]

[Briefing room]

Kirk: Sickbay.

 

[BlueStuff]

MCCOY [OC]: Sickbay. McCoy.

 

[Orac]

Kirk: Sargon here, McCoy. I'm in your deck six briefing room.

 

[BlueStuff]

(Mulhall enters.)
MCCOY [OC]: You sound terrible. Wait there for me.

 

[Captain Ice]

MULHALL: Sargon, what is it?

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: Nothing of importance. Fatigue perhaps.

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: Henoch's formula.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: Yes. I wanted to be certain there was no error. Formula is correct. Don't be concerned. It is an excellent body. There. You see? I feel better already.

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: In time, a host body will become accustomed to us, husband. Injections will no longer be necessary.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: That will take months, perhaps years. We haven't that choice, Thalassa.

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: Husband. Feel the touch of my hand, husband.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: No, beloved. If we torment ourselves...

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: Beloved. What will that word mean to a machine?

 

[Orac]

Kirk: Our thoughts will intertwine.

 

[BlueStuff]

MULHALL: Will they, husband? Will they intertwine like this? Can two minds press close like this? Can robot lips do this? (they kiss, then Kirk falls gently to the floor) Sargon, what is it?