Catherine Hicks credited as playing...
Gillian
- [Spock is still learning how to use profanity correctly]
- Spock: They like you very much, but they are not the hell "your" whales.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: I suppose they told you that.
- Spock: The hell they did.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Don't tell me! You're from outer space.
- Kirk: No, I'm from Iowa. I only work in outer space.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Sure you won't change your mind?
- Spock: Is there something wrong with the one I have?
- Kirk: [Explaining Spock's odd behavior] Oh, him? He's harmless. Back in the sixties, he was part of the free speech movement at Berkeley. I think he did a little too much LDS.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: LDS?
- Kirk: Out of the way...
- Shore Patrolman: Sorry, Doctor, I have strict orders...
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: [Gillian moans in pain]
- McCoy: My God, man. Do you want an acute case on your hands? This woman has immediate postprandial, upper-abdominal distention. Now, out of the way! Get out of the way!
- [They enter the operating room]
- Kirk: What did you say she has?
- McCoy: Cramps.
- Spock: To hunt a species to extinction is not logical.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Whoever said the human race was logical?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Wait a minute. How did you know Gracie's pregnant? Nobody knows that.
- Spock: Gracie does.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: He's just gonna hang around the bushes while we eat?
- Kirk: [shrugs] It's his way.
- Gillian: You're not from the military are you? Trying to teach whales to retrieve torpedoes or some dipshit stuff like that?
- Kirk: No, ma'am. No dipshit.
- Gillian: Well, good. That was one thing, I would have dropped you off right here.
- Spock: Gracie is pregnant.
- [Gillian brakes to a sudden stop]
- Gillian: All right, who are you? And don't jerk me around anymore, I want to know how you know that!
- Kirk: We can't tell you.
- Gillian: But...
- Kirk: Please, just let me finish. I can tell you that we're not in the military and that we intend no harm to the whales. In fact, we may be able to help - in ways that, frankly, you couldn't possibly imagine.
- Gillian: Or believe, I'll bet.
- Kirk: Very likely.
- Kirk: Where are you going?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: You're going to your ship. I'm going to mine. Science vessel. I got 300 years of catch-up learning to do.
- Kirk: This is good-bye?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Why does it have to be good-bye?
- Kirk: Well, like they say in your century, I don't even have your telephone number.
- Kirk: I am from what, on your calendar, would be the late 23rd century. I've come back in time to bring two humpback whales with me in an attempt to... repopulate the species.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Well, why didn't you just say so? I mean, why all the coy disguises?
- Kirk: You want the details?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Oh, I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China.
- Kirk: When are those whales being released?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Okay. What the hell? Your friend was right. Gracie's not only pregnant, she is *very* pregnant. And at noon tomorrow, in what is sure to be a media circus, the whales get shipped out.
- Kirk: Noon tomorrow?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: [he gets up] Are we leaving?
- Kirk: Come on. We don't have much time.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: [their food is brought out] Could we have that to go, please?
- Waiter: Sure. Who gets the bad news?
- Kirk: [running towards the Bounty with an injured Checkov after he, Gillian, and McCoy escaped a hospital] Where would the whales be by now?
- Gillian: At sea. If you have a chart on board, I'll show you.
- Kirk: No, no, no. All I need is the radio frequency to track them.
- Gillian: What are you talking about? I'm coming with you.
- Kirk: You can't. Our next stop is the 23rd Century.
- Gillian: Well, I don't care. I've got nobody here. I have got to help those whales!
- Kirk: I haven't got time to argue with you, or to tell you how much you've meant to us. The radio frequency, please.
- Gillian: The frequency's 401 megahertz.
- Kirk: Thank you for everything.
- [pulls out a communicator]
- Kirk: Scotty, beam me up.
- [the transport activates. Gillian hugs Kirk]
- Gillian: Surprise!
- [the transport takes them on board the Bounty]
- Kirk: You know, it's ironic, when man was killing these creatures, he was destroying his own future.
- Scotty: The beasties seem happy to see you, Doctor. I hope you like our little aquarium.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: A miracle, Mr. Scott.
- Scotty: A miracle? That's yet to come.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: What does that mean?
- Kirk: It means that our chances of getting home are not too good. You might have lived longer if you'd stayed where you belong.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: I belong here. I am a whale biologist. Suppose, by some miracle, you do get them through. Who in the 23rd century knows anything about humpback whales?
- Kirk: You have a point.
- Kirk: You know, I could take those whales somewhere where they'd never be hunted.
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: [laughing] You can't even get yourself from Sausalito to San Francisco without a lift.
- Kirk: If you have such a low opinion of my abilities, how come we're here having dinner?
- Dr. Gillian Taylor: Sucker for hard-luck cases.