"The Man Trap" Line-by-Line!

[LeadHead]

Sulu: Deck 5, section 3. Deck 5, Section 3, report.

 

[Leandar]

Security: Security 3 A here. 3 B in sight.

 

[LeadHead]

Uhura: Negative, Captain. I've checked every face on this vessel. It was not a crewman I saw.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: Yeoman Rand, how long was this "Green" with you?

 

[ChristopherPike]

Janice: "Until he... it thought it could get to the salt on my tray, sir."

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Mister Spock?

 

[Leandar]

Spock: Supplies of salt have been set out as bait at all decks and engineering levels, Captain. However, no one or nothing has approached them as yet.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Kirk: "Doctor McCoy?"

 

[Leandar]

The Unreal McCoy: Yes?

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Medical Department Report, Doctor.

 

[ChristopherPike]

Not Bones: "Oh.

Well, we could offer it salt without tricks.

There's no reason for it to attack us."

 

[Leandar]

Spock: Your attitude is laudable, Doctor, but your reasoning is reckless.

 

[LeadHead]

Crater: The creature is not dangerous when fed.

 

[CoveTom]

"MCCOY": No, it's simply trying to survive, by using it's natural ability to take other forms.

 

[Kolrad]

Crater: The way a chameleon uses its protective coloring, an ability retained, no doubt, from its primitive state. The way we retained our incisor teeth-- they were once fangs. Certain of our muscles were designed for chase. It uses its ability the way we would use our muscles or teeth if necessary to stay alive.

 

[Leandar]

The Unreal McCoy: And like us, it's an intelligent animal. There's no need to hunt it down.

 

[LeadHead]

Spock: A very interesting hypothesis Doctor. Briefing room.

 

[CoveTom]

SULU: All the halls sealed off. All weapons accounted for and locked away. Security four in effect. No lead on intruder.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: Thank you, Lieutenant. Continue the search. Crater, we don't know who or what we're looking for. We need your help, and now.

 

[Leandar]

Crater: I demanded, I even begged that you get off my planet.