Scott: [as his engines burn out] Mah bairns... mah poor bairns!
Salish: [lunges at Kirk, cutting his hand] You bleed! You bleed, Kirok! Behold a god who bleeds!
Captain James T. Kirk: I am Kirok! I have come! I am Kirok!
Miramanee: The sooner our happiness together begins, the longer it will last.
Scott: [as Spock overtaxes the ship's engines] That Vulcan won't be satisfied till these panels are a puddle of lead!
Dr. McCoy: Why, they look like... I'd swear they're American Indians.
Mr. Spock: They are, Doctor. A mixture of Navajo, Mohican and Delaware, I believe - all among the more advanced and peaceful tribes.
Captain James T. Kirk: It's like discovering Atlantis. Or Shangri-La.
Captain James T. Kirk: It's just so peaceful. Uncomplicated, no problems, no... command decisions. Just... living.
Dr. McCoy: Typical human reaction to an idyllic natural setting. Back in the 20th century, we referred to it as the 'Tahiti Syndrome'. It's particularly common to over-pressured leader types, like starship captains.
Captain James T. Kirk: I need time to remember.
Miramanee: Here there is much time... for everything.
Mr. Spock: Lock all phasers on that mark. Maximum intensity, narrow beam. I want to split that fissure wide open.
Dr. McCoy: You sound like you're cutting a diamond.
Mr. Spock: Very astute, Doctor.
Mr. Spock: I believe those symbols are the key.
Dr. McCoy: Well, you won't read them by killing yourself. You've hardly eaten or slept for weeks. Now, if you don't let up, you're going to collapse.
Mr. Spock: I am not hungry, Doctor. And under stress, we Vulcans can do without sleep for weeks.
Dr. McCoy: [scanning Spock] Well, your Vulcan metabolism is so low it can hardly be measured, and as for the pressure, that green ice-water you call blood...
Mr. Spock: My physical condition is not important, Doctor. That obelisk is.
Mr. Spock: [mindmelding with Kirk] Our minds are one. I... am...
Mr. Spock: His mind... He is... an extremely dynamic individual.
Captain James T. Kirk: Careful. I must have hit something accidentally. A beam caught me, and that's when I stopped remembering.
Mr. Spock: Probably a memory beam.
Captain James T. Kirk: There's more symbols. Can you read them?
Mr. Spock: I do have an excellent eye for musical notes, Captain. They would seem to indicate that this series of relays, activated in their proper sequence...
Captain James T. Kirk: [interrupting] S-s-spock, just press the right button.
Scott: And don't ask for any more warp 9 speeds, Mr. Spock. Our star drive is completely burned out. The only thing we have left is impulse power.
Mr. Spock: Estimated repair time.
Scott: Hangin' here in space? Forever!
Dr. McCoy: Well, Spock, you took your calculated risk in your calculated Vulcan way and you lost! You lost for us, you lost for that planet, and you lost for Jim.
Mr. Spock: [studying his screen] I accept the responsibility, Doctor.
Dr. McCoy: And my responsibility is the health of this crew. You've been driving yourself too hard; now I want you to get some rest.
Mr. Spock: [using the comm panel] Mr. Chekov, resume heading, 883 mark 41.
Dr. McCoy: Back to that planet without warp speed? It'll take MONTHS, Spock!
Mr. Spock: Exactly 59.223 days, Doctor; and that asteroid will be four hours behind us, all the way.
Dr. McCoy: Well, then what's the use? We might not be able to save the Captain, even if he still is alive! We might not be able to save ANYTHING, including this ship!
[Spock is motionless, studying]
Dr. McCoy: You haven't heard a word I've said. All you've been doing is staring at that blasted obelisk!
Mr. Spock: Another calculated... Vulcan risk, Doctor.
Mr. Spock: If we are to divert the asteroid which is on a collision course with this planet, we must warp out of orbit within thirty minutes. Every second we delay arriving at the deflection point compounds the problem, perhaps past solution.
Mr. Spock: The obelisk is a marker, just as I thought. It was left by a super race, known as the Preservers. They passed through the galaxy rescuing primitive cultures, which were in danger of extinction, and seeding them, so to speak, where they could live, and grow.
Dr. McCoy: I've always wondered why there were so many humanoids scattered through the galaxy.
Mr. Spock: So have I. Apparently, the Preservers account for a number of them.
Dr. McCoy: That's probably how the planet has survived all these centuries. The Preservers put an asteroid deflector on the planet.
Mr. Spock: Which has now become defective and is failing to operate.
Dr. McCoy: Look at those pine trees!
Captain James T. Kirk: And that lake.
Dr. McCoy: I swear that's honeysuckle I smell.
Captain James T. Kirk: I swear that's a little orange blossom thrown in. It's unbelievable. Growth, exactly like that of Earth, on a planet half a galaxy away. What are the odds of such duplication?
Mr. Spock: Astronomical, Captain.
Captain James T. Kirk: Let's find out what life forms are blessed by this environment.
[after being hit by an energy discharge, Kirk has lost his memory]
Captain James T. Kirk: [voice-over] Where am I? What place is this?
Captain James T. Kirk: [regarding his phaser and communicator] What are these? I feel I should know. They're familiar... and yet unfamiliar. How did I get here? Who am I? Try to remember!
Goro: Our skies have darkened three times since the harvest. The last time worst of all. Our legend predicts such danger, and promises that the Wise Ones who planted us here will send a god to save us, one who can rouse the temple spirit and make the sky grow quiet. Can you do this?
Goro: Have we displeased you?
Captain James T. Kirk: No, no, everything is fine.
Goro: Then it must be ourselves, the way we live. Perhaps we have not improved as quickly as the Wise Ones wish.
Captain James T. Kirk: Your land is rich, your people happy. Who could be displeased with that?
Captain James T. Kirk: All I can tell you is that I'm... happy, and... peaceful here. I'm not sure, but I think I've never felt that way before.
Captain James T. Kirk: I'm happy. I'm so happy! If it weren't for the dreams, I... my mind would be completely at peace.
Miramanee: I thought you no longer had the dreams. That you no longer saw the strange lodge which moves through the sky.
Captain James T. Kirk: They've... come back. They... were gone for a while, but they've... come back. And... I... see faces... too. Very dim. I feel... I-I should know th... know them. I feel... my place is with them, not... here. I don't deserve this happiness.
Miramanee: [examining Kirk's uniform] There are no lacings. How is this thing removed?
[Miramanee has been fatally injured]
Miramanee: Kirok. It is true, you're safe.
Captain James T. Kirk: And so are your people, Miramanee.
Miramanee: I knew you would save them, my chief. When I... am better, it will be as it was... was, will it... not?
Captain James T. Kirk: If that's what you want.
Miramanee: We will live long and happy lives. I will bear you many strong sons.
Miramanee: I'll love you always.
Captain James T. Kirk: And I'll love you, Miramanee. Always.
[he kisses her]
Miramanee: Each kiss is as the first.