[Dr. Boyce is preparing a drink for Pike]
Captain Christopher Pike: The devil're you putting in there, ice?
Dr. Boyce: Who wants a warm martini?
Captain Christopher Pike: What makes you think I need one?
Dr. Boyce: Sometimes, a man'll tell his bartender things he'll... never tell his doctor.
The Keeper: Wrong thinking is punishable; right thinking will be as quickly rewarded. You will find it an effective combination.
Yeoman J.M. Colt: [to Pike] S-sir? I was wondering. Just curious. Who would've been Eve?
Number One: Yeoman! You've delivered your report.
Yeoman J.M. Colt: Yes, ma'am. Yes, sir.
Lieutenant Jose Tyler: [to Pike] Eve, sir?... Yes, sir.
Dr. Boyce: "Eve" as in "Adam"?
Captain Christopher Pike: As in all ship's doctors are dirty old men. What are we running here, a cadet ship, Number One? Are we ready or not?
Number One: All decks show ready, sir.
Captain Christopher Pike: Engage!
[first lines on Star Trek]
Mr. Spock: Check the circuit.
Lieutenant Jose Tyler: All operating, sir.
Mr. Spock: On be the screen, then.
Captain Christopher Pike: I'm tired of being responsible for 203 lives, and... 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. Oh, I've had it, Phil.
Dr. Boyce: To the point of finally taking my advice, a rest leave?
Captain Christopher Pike: To the point of considering resigning.
Captain Christopher Pike: The point is that this isn't the only life available. There's a whole galaxy of things to choose from.
Dr. 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.
Captain Christopher Pike: Now you're beginning to talk like a doctor, bartender.
Dr. Boyce: Take your choice. We both get the same two kinds of customers - the living... and the dying.
[Captain Pike just had an awkward encounter with Yeoman Colt]
Number One: She's replacing your former yeoman, sir.
Captain Christopher Pike: No, she does a good job, all right; it's just that I... can't get used to having a woman on the bridge.
[Number One gives him a look]
Captain Christopher Pike: No offense, Lieutenant, you're... different, of course.
[Pike finds himself surrounded by an inferno]
The Keeper: From a fable you once heard in childhood.
Dr. Boyce: The inhabitants of this planet can read our minds. They can create illusions out of a person's own thoughts, memories and experiences, even out of a person's own desires - illusions just as real and solid as this table top and just as impossible to ignore.
Captain Christopher Pike: I'll break out of this zoo somehow and get to you. Is your blood red like ours? I'm gonna find out.
The Keeper: With the female of your choice, you will now begin carefully guided lives.
Captain Christopher Pike: And start by burying you?
The Keeper: That is your choice.
[Vina's true, asymmetrical, misshapen form is revealed]
Vina: They found me in the wreckage, dying. Lump of flesh. They rebuilt me. Everything works. But they had never seen a Human. They had no guide for putting me back together.
Mr. Spock: Look. Brains three times the size of ours. If we start buzzing about down there, we're liable to find their mental power is so great, they could reach out and swat this ship as though it were a fly.
First Talosian: [talking about Pike, who is being held in a Talosian prison cell] It appears, Magistrate, that the intelligence of the specimen is shockingly limited.
The Keeper: This is no surprise, since his vessel was baited here so easily with a simulated message. As you can read in its thoughts, it is only now beginning to suspect that the survivors and encampment were a simple illusion we placed in their minds.
Captain Christopher Pike: You're not speaking, yet I can hear you.
The Keeper: You will note the confusion as it reads our thought transmissions.
Captain Christopher Pike: All right then, telepathy. You can read my mind, I can read yours. Now, unless you want my ship to consider capturing me an unfriendly act...
The Keeper: You'll now see the primitive fear threat reaction. The specimen is about to boast of his strength, the weaponry of his vessel, and so on. Next, frustrated into a need to display physical prowess, the creature will throw himself against the transparency.
[Pike does so]
Captain Christopher Pike: If you were in here, wouldn't you test the strength of these walls, too? There's a way out of any cage, and I'll find it!
The Keeper: Despite its frustration, the creature appears more adaptable than our specimens from other planets. We can soon begin the experiment.
The Keeper: I read most strongly a recent death struggle in which it fought to protect its life. We will begin with this, giving the specimen something more interesting to protect.
Captain Christopher Pike: You can tell my jailers I won't go along with it. I'm not an animal performing for its supper.
Mr. Spock: They're collecting all the information stored in this fly. They've decided to swat us.
[the crew are trying to blast open the Talosian gate with a laser cannon, yet to no avail]
Number One: The top of that knoll should've been sheared off the first second.
Dr. Boyce: Maybe it was. It's what I tried to explain in the briefing room. Their power of illusion is so great, we can't be sure of anything we do, anything we see.
Captain Christopher Pike: Why are you here?
Vina: To please you.
Captain Christopher Pike: Are you real?
Vina: As real as you wish.
Vina: I'm a woman, as real and as human as you are. We're like... Adam and Eve.
Captain Christopher Pike: But we're not here, neither of us. We're in a menagerie, a cage.
Captain Christopher Pike: Why would an illusion be frightened?
Vina: Because that's the way you imagined me.
Vina: When dreams become more important than reality, you give up travel, building, creating. You even forget how to repair the machines left behind by your ancestors. You just sit, living and reliving other lives left behind in the thought record.
Captain Christopher Pike: It's funny. Just about 24 hours ago, I was telling the ship's doctor how much I wanted something else - not... very different from what we have here. An escape from reality, a life with no frustrations; no responsibilities. And now that I have it, I understand the Doctor's answer.
Captain Christopher Pike: Because you either live life - bruises, skinned knees and all - or you turn your back on it and start dying. The Doctor's gonna be happy about one part, at least; he said I needed a rest.
The Keeper: A curious species. They have fantasies they hide even from themselves.
[Pike is watching Vina dancing as an Orion slave girl]
Space Officer: Suppose you had all of space to choose from, and this was only one small sample.
Earth Trader: Wouldn't you say it was worth a man's soul?
Captain Christopher Pike: [referring to Vina] Why would you want me attracted to her? So I'll feel love in a husband-wife relationship? That'd be necessary only if you intend to build a family group or perhaps a whole human community.
The Keeper: With the female now properly conditioned.
Captain Christopher Pike: You mean properly punished! I'm the one who's not co-operating! Why don't you punish me?
The Keeper: First, an emotion of protectiveness. Now, one of sympathy. Excellent.
[Number One and Colt have "joined" Pike and Vina in the cage]
Vina: [to Colt] He doesn't need you. He's already picked me.
Yeoman J.M. Colt: Picked her? For what? I don't understand.
Vina: [sarcastic] Now, there is a fine choice for intelligent offspring!
Yeoman J.M. Colt: Offspring? As in children?
Number One: Offspring as in, he's Adam. Is that it?
Vina: [to Number One] You're no better choice. They'd have more luck crossing him with a computer.
Number One: It's wrong to create a whole race of humans to live as slaves.
Yeoman J.M. Colt: What's happened to Vina?
Number One: Isn't she coming with us?
Captain Christopher Pike: No. No, and I agreed with her reasons.