"The Naked Time" Line-by-Line

[BlueStuff]

SPOCK: It's never been done.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: Don't tell me that again, Science Officer! It's a theory, it's possible! We may go up into the biggest ball of fire since the last sun in these parts exploded, but we've got to take that one in ten thousand chance!

 

[BlueStuff]

UHURA [OC]: Bridge to Captain. Engineer asked, did you find-

 

[Leandar]

(Kirk hits the intercom)

Kirk: Yes, I found Mr. Spock! I'm talking to Mr. Spock, do you understand?!

 

[Orac]

Uhura: Yes, sir. Three and a half minutes left, Captain.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: I've got it, the disease! Love... You're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine! This vessel... I give... she takes... She won't permit me my life... I've got to live hers......

(By seeing Kirk beginning to succumb to the disease, Spock is able to regain his control and is becoming himself again)

 

[Orac]

Spock: Jim.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: I have a beautiful yeoman. Have you noticed her, Mr. Spock? You're allowed to notice her. The Captain's not permitted...

 

[Orac]

Spock: Jim, there is an intermix formula.

 

[BlueStuff]

KIRK: Now I know why it's called she.

 

[Leandar]

Spock: It's never been tested. It's a theoretical relationship between time and antimatter.

 

[BlueStuff]

KIRK: Flesh woman to touch, to hold. A beach to walk on. A few days, no braid on my shoulder.

 

[Orac]

Scotty: Captain.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: Scotty... Help...

 

[BlueStuff]

SPOCK: Stand by to intermix. I'll call the formulae in from the Bridge.

 

[Leandar]

Uhura (on com): Entering upper stratosphere, Captain. Skin temperature now twenty one hundred seventy degrees.

(Hearing this, Kirk tries to begin coming out of his despair)

 

[BlueStuff]

KIRK: I've got to hang on. Tell them. Clear the corridors, the turbo lift. Hurry. (Scott and Spock leave) Never lose you. Never.

[Turbolift]

KIRK: Bridge.

[Bridge]

(McCoy gives Kirk a hypo as he leaves the turbolift)
KIRK: Engine room. We're set. Hyperbolic course.

 

[Leandar]

Navigator: Direction, sir?

 

[BlueStuff]

KIRK: Direction. Direction. It doesn't matter. The way we came.

 

[Leandar]

Sulu: Course laid in, sir.