"Space Seed" Line-by-Line!

[Alienesse]

(Marla perches on another bed)

MARLA: I'd like some historical information about your ship, its purpose and...

 

[Brian]

KHAN: And why do you wear your hair in such an uncomplimentary fashion?

 

[Alienesse]

MARLA: It's comfortable.

 

[ClayinCA]

KHAN: But it's not attractive. [...] There. Soft. Natural. Simple.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KHAN: But it's not attractive. (He takes her to a mirror and loosens a couple of strands at the back.) There. Soft. Natural. Simple.

 

[Alienesse]

MARLA: Mister Khan, I'm here on business.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KHAN: You find no pleasure here?

 

[Alienesse]

MARLA: My interest is scientific. Men of, that is, the world of the past... I'm sure you understand to actually talk to a man of your century...

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KHAN: There. Simple, soft. Please remember

 

[Alienesse]

MARLA: Perhaps some other time, when you feel more like talking about the past.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KHAN: I'm glad you came. Please do it again.

 

[Alienesse]

[Officer's Mess]

(The dining table is laid out, and the senior staff are in dress uniform.)

MCCOY: Very impressive. Are we expecting a fleet admiral for dinner?

 

[ClayinCA]

KIRK: Lieutenant McGivers' idea to welcome Khan to our century. Just how strongly is she attracted to him?

 

[Alienesse]

MCCOY: Well, there aren't any regulations against romance, Jim.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: My curiosity's official, not personal, Bones.

 

[Alienesse]

MCCOY: Well, he has a magnetism. Almost electric. You felt it. And it could overpower McGivers with her preoccupation with the past.

 

[Brian]

(McGivers' Quarters, a crewwoman shows Khan in.)

KHAN: Thank you. I hoped you might guide me to our dinner engagement. (sees a picture on the wall) Very good. Fine technique.

 

[Alienesse]

MARLA: It's a gladiator named Flavius. He once...

 

[Enterprise1981]

KHAN: And you've rearranged your hair for me. Excellent. All bold men from the past. Richard, Leif Ericson, Napoleon. A hobby of yours, such men? (He uncovers a work in progress - a man in a turban) I am honoured. Thank you. But I caution you. Such men dare take what they want.
(He kisses her, and she responds.)

 

[Alienesse]

[Officer's mess]

(After dinner, as liqueurs are being served.)

KIRK: Forgive my curiosity, Mister Khan, but my officers are anxious to know more about your extraordinary journey.