"Trials and Tribble-ations" Line-by-Line

[LeadHead]

Scotty enters carrying dozens of tribbles

Scotty: Aye, they're in the machinery all right, and they're probably in all the other food processors too.

 

[Leandar]

Kirk: How?

 

[LeadHead]

Scotty: Probably through one of the air vents.

 

[Leandar]

Spock: Captain, there are vents of that type on the station.

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: ...And in the Storage compartments..

 

[Leandar]

Sisko: Storage compartments... storage compartments!

 

[LeadHead]

Kirk: ...we're beaming down.

 

[Leandar]

(Dax and Sisko climb down into a hopper. The tribbles have eaten almost all the grain.)

Sisko: Most of these are dead, the grain's poisoned.

 

[LeadHead]

Dax: I'm picking up a faint tricobalt signature, the bombs under here somewhere.

 

[Ziz]

(beep, beep, beep)

Sisko: What's that?

(We know what it is, don't we kiddies? )

 

[CoveTom]

REDSHIRT: It's not working, sir. It seems to be stuck.

 

[Brian]

KIRK: Here, let me try.

 

[LeadHead]

Dax: Someone's trying to open the bay door.

 

[CoveTom]

DAX (continuing): Benjamin, it's right here in front of us.

 

[LeadHead]

Sisko scans tribbles then tosses them away, one of them hits Kirk

Spock: They seem to be gorged.

 

[Leandar]

Baris: Gorged, on my grain? Kirk, I am going to hold you responsible! There must be thousands of them!

 

[Brian]

KIRK: Hundreds of thousands.

 

[Ziz]

Spock: One million, seven hundred seventy one thousand, five hundred sixty one.

(Cut to Dax and Sisko inside the compartment. Dax shrugs as if to say "Told ya".)

Spock (continuing, from outside the conpartment): That's assuming one tribble multiplying with an average litter of ten producing a new generation every twelve hours over a period of three days.

 

[Brian]

SISKO: I found it. Sisko to Defiant.

 

[Leandar]

Kira: Go ahead, Captain.