"The Menagerie" Line-by-Line

[CoveTom]

BOYCE: Was there anything you personally could have done to prevent it?

 

[Adm_Hawthorne]

Pike: Oh, I should have smelled trouble when I saw the swords and the armor. Instead of that, I let myself get trapped in that deserted fortress and attacked by one of their warriors.

 

[CoveTom]

BOYCE: Chris, you set standards for yourself no one could meet. You treat everyone on board like a human being except yourself. Now you're tired...

 

[Adm_Hawthorne]

Pike: You bet I'm tired. You bet. I'm tired of being responsible for two hundred and three lives. I'm tired of deciding which mission is too risky and which isn't, and who's going on the landing party and who doesn't, and who lives and who dies. Boy, I've had it, Phil.

 

[Leandar]

Boyce: To the point of finally taking my advice, a rest leave?

 

[CoveTom]

PIKE: To the point of considering resigning.

 

[Leandar]

Boyce: And do what?

 

[CoveTom]

PIKE: Well, for one thing, go home. A nice little town with fifty miles of park land around it. Remember I told you we had two horses, and we used to take some food and ride out all day?

 

[Adm_Hawthorne]

Boyce: Ah, that sounds exciting. Ride out with a picnic lunch every day.

 

[Leandar]

Pike: I said that's one place I might go. Or I... might go into business on Regulus or the Orion colonies...

 

[Adm_Hawthorne]

Boyce: You, an Orion trader, dealing in green animal women, slaves?

 

[CoveTom]

PIKE: The point is this isn't the only life available. There's a whole galaxy to choose from.

 

[Leandar]

Boyce: Not for you! A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head on and licks it or he... turns his back on it and starts to wither away.

 

[CoveTom]

PIKE: Now you're beginning to talk like a doctor, bartender.

 

[Ziz]

Boyce: Take your pick. We both get the same two kinds of customers - the living and the dying.

 

[Adm_Hawthorne]

Spock: Mister Spock here. We're intercepting a follow-up message, sir. There are crash survivors on Talos.

 

[Brian]

(Bridge)

OFFICER: Eleven survivors from crash. Gravity and oxygen within limits. Food and water obtainable, but unless. The message faded at that point, sir.

 

[CoveTom]

PIKE: Address intercraft.

 

[Leandar]

Tyler: System open.

 

[LeadHead]

Pike: This is the Captain. Our destination is the Talos Star Group. Our Time Warp, Factor Seven.