Bibi Besch: Carol
McCoy : He's not really dead. As long as we remember him.
Kirk : It's a far, far better thing I do than I have ever done before. A far better resting place that I go to than I have ever known.
Carol Marcus : Is that a poem?
Kirk : No. Something Spock was trying to tell me. On my birthday.
McCoy : You okay, Jim? How do you feel?
Kirk : Young. I feel young.
Carol Marcus : Please tell me what you're feeling.
Kirk : There's a man out there I haven't seen in fifteen years who's trying to kill me. You show me a son that'd be happy to help. My son... my life that could have been... and wasn't. How do I feel? Old... worn out.
Carol Marcus : Let me show you something that will make you feel young as when the world was new.
Dr. Carol Marcus : Can I cook, or can't I?