"Spock's Brain" Line-by-Line

[Brian]

SULU: I say planet four, Captain. At least planet four is ahead of three technologically.

 

[CoveTom]

KIRK: But advanced ion propulsion is beyond even our capabilities. It'd be a miracle if they had developed it.

 

[Brian]

UHURA: What would they want with his brain? What would they want with Mister Spock's brain? What use is it?

 

[CoveTom]

KIRK: Yes.

(Anyone else notice that without Spock on the bridge, all the other characters finally get some significant dialogue?)

 

[Brian]

UHURA: Why do they want it?

 

[CoveTom]

KIRK: Yes. Why would they want it? Eight hours and thirty-four minutes. Planet six is glaciated, you say?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

CHEKOV: Several thousand years at least. Only the tropical zone is ice-free.

 

[Vanyel]

Kirk: But the energy? Regular...it's there..it's real.

 

[Alienesse]

UHURA: Yes, sir. It doesn't make sense, but it's there.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: Have the transporter room stand by. I'm taking a landing party down to planet six.

 

[Alienesse]

UHURA: Aye, aye, sir.

 

[Ziz]

Sulu: A hunch, Captain?

(Anyone else notice that without Spock on the bridge, all the other characters finally get some significant dialogue?)

Yeah, the rest of the crew finally has something to do!

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: A hunch, Mister Sulu.

 

[Captain Robert April]

KIRK: A hunch, Mr. Sulu.

 

[Leandar]

Chekov: What if you guess wrong, Captain?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: If I guess wrong, Mister Spock is dead. Spock will die.

Captain's log, stardate 4351.5. We are beaming down to a primitive glaciated planet in the Sigma Draconis star system. Time left to us to find Spock's brain, eight hours and twenty nine minutes.

 

[Leandar]

^^Finishing:
(Kirk, Scott, Chekov and two security guards beam onto the rocky planet)

Kirk: Suit temperatures to seventy two. Life-form readings, Mr. Spock? (Scotty looks at him, Kirk realizes his mistake) Mr. Scott?

Scotty: Scattered. Widely spaced. Humanoid, all right. On the large side.

 

[Alienesse]

KIRK: Watch out. We know their development is primitive.

 

[Brian]

SCOTT: Aye.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: Readout, Mr. Chekov.