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Let me feel the earth against my feet.
We understand how you feel, Mr. Cochrane. But it has to be done.
But you don't know. You could kill it. I won't stand for that, Kirk.
Well, I can't just fly away and leave you here.
What was it they used to call it?
We're getting out of here, Cochrane. Face up to it.
The bulk of the body seems to be iron and nickel.
There's a whole galaxy out there waiting to honour you.
The Man needs others of his species.
...love.
It's just another life form, that's all. You get used to those things.
- We're on it, Mr. Scott. - Lay on the course. Maintain scanning.
Not coming from a human being.
Zefram Cochrane died 150 years ago.
I've been marooned here who knows how long.
Think it over, Mr. Cochrane.
The principles may be new to you. Mr. Spock...
We're not animals.
Communications are dead. Building overload. Cut all power relays.
Well?
Go ahead, Cochrane. We have a few things to do.
Yes. I had tools and supplies left over from my crash.
That's odd. I've never seen anything like that before.
It’s a big galaxy, teevee producer.
Your relationship with the Companion has for 150 years
Enterprise, this is the Galileo. Come in, please.
We could do nothing now to stop you.
What about that war on Epsilon Canaris III?
What about you, Cochrane?
You ask me to find a weapon. Do you intend to destroy it?
Must you keep it so terribly hot in here?
Zefram Cochrane.
The Man must continue.
Put him on.
We find you here where no human has any business being.
We were virtually hijacked in space and brought here.
At the moment, we're helpless. You might as well sit back...
We're locked in, captain. Standard orbit established.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.