"Spock's Brain" Line-by-Line

[CoveTom]

GUARD: Yes, mistress.

(The Eymorg women leave, leaving our heroes and their Morg guards.)

 

[Leandar]

Ship's log. Lieutenant Sulu recording. I am holding the Enterprise in orbit about planet Sigma Draconis Seven. Captain Kirk's hunch that Spock's brain is on this planet appears to be correct. Ensign Chekov remains on the surface to act as liaison between the Captain and the Enterprise.

 

[CoveTom]

[Council Room]

KIRK: I never felt anything like that. Every nerve in my body was on fire.

 

[Leandar]

McCoy: I wouldn't believe the human organism could take such pain.

 

[Alienesse]

SCOTT: These are on to stay for a while. Must be a magnetic lock of some kind.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: No wonder the Morgs are so obedient, and terrified.
(A Morg blocks the doorway.)
KIRK: How is this place kept functioning by the primitive minds we've met?

 

[Leandar]

(Their equipment is laid out on a table, but another Morg stops Kirk getting to it)

Scotty: Those women could never have set up anything as complex as this has to be. Why, that takes engineering genius. But there's no sign of engineering genius in any of those women.

 

[Enterprise1981]

KIRK: They were smart enough to invent these training devices. What a way to maintain control over a man.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

SCOTT: Pain and delight, he said up above.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MCCOY: I'm sure you noticed the delight aspect of this place.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: Yes, I certainly did notice those delightful aspects. But that too was strictly under command of the women.

(OOC, but of course! )

 

[Enterprise1981]

SCOTTY: How does Spock's brain fit into this?

 

[CoveTom]

KIRK: With a communicator, we might be able to find out.

(Kirk is again blocked by the Morg.)

KIRK: This fellow is keeping us from our property.

 

[Enterprise1981]

SCOTTY: Isn't there a way to correct that situation?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: I certainly think that science might provide an answer.

 

[Enterprise1981]

MCCOY: It does, Captain.

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: Agreed, Doctor.

(Kirk hits the Morg by the table while Scott and McCoy take on the one by the door. It isn't easy, but finally the Captain triumphs.)

KIRK: Science will triumph. Come on, Scotty. Bones, give them something to keep them out for a while. (into communicator) Spock. Spock. Come on, Spock. Spock, you were on this frequency, Spock.

 

[CoveTom]

SPOCK (over communicator): Yes, Captain, I am still here. Have you returned to the Enterprise?

 

[JanewayRulz!]

KIRK: No. We might be able to locate you, if you gave us some idea of what they were using you for. Is it medical?

 

[CoveTom]

SPOCK'S BRAIN: I am not certain. I seem to have a body which stretches into infinity.