"The Corbomite Maneuver" Line-by-Line!

[Admiral Shran]

SCOTT: Aye, sir. (He leaves.)

 

[HarryM]

KIRK: Mister Sulu, bring us to within one hundred metres. Ahead slow.

 

[CoveTom]

SULU: Ahead slow, sir.

 

[LeadHead]

McCoy: Jim, don't you think-

 

[Alienesse]

KIRK: What's the mission of this vessel, Doctor? To seek out and contact alien life, and an opportunity to demonstrate what our high-sounding words mean. Any questions? I'll take two men with me. Doctor McCoy to examine and treat the aliens if necessary, and you, Mister Bailey.

 

[LeadHead]

Bailey: Sir?

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: The face of the unknown. I think I owe you a look at it.

 

[LeadHead]

Bailey: Yes, Sir.

 

[Admiral Shran]

SPOCK: Captain, request permission to....

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Denied. If I'm wrong, if it's a trap, I want you here.

Kirk, McCoy and Bailey exit the bridge.

They enter the Transporter Room a few moments later.

Kirk: Transporter Ready?

 

[Admiral Shran]

SCOTT: Well, yes, sir, but it's risky. We're locked on what appears to be a main deck.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Air sample?

 

[Admiral Shran]

SCOTT: Breathable. In fact, a slightly higher oxygen content than our own. Communicator, phaser weapon.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Thank you, Scotty. Ready, Doctor?

 

[Admiral Shran]

MCCOY: No, but you won't let that stop you.

Classic McCoy.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk, McCoy and Bailey step up to the transporter pad

Scotty: Bend low, Gentlemen. It reads pretty cramped over there. Ready to transport.

Kirk, McCoy and Bailey lean into position.

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: Energise.

[Balok's ship]

KIRK: It's a dummy. A puppet of some kind.

 

[KirkPicard]

BALOK: I'm Balok. Welcome aboard. (curtain opens to reveal a small humanoid with big grin)

 

[Admiral Shran]

KIRK: I'm Captain Kirk.

 

[KirkPicard]

BALOK: And McCoy and Bailey. Sit. Be comfortable. Go ahead, be seated. We must drink. This is tranya. I hope you relish it as much as I.