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Give me the readings, fast.
- frighten them out of this arms race... - Captain,
Hello?
- Maybe I'd better call the police, huh? - Sit down.
201, code responses are not necessary.
Override.
We have analyzed the direction of his beam, sir.
would be to take human beings to their world,
I'm sorry. I just touched that button right there, and then "pow."
And yet, suppose he is.
Thirty seconds to launch.
Yes, I heard him, Isis.
- The location of that planet? - They wish their existence kept secret.
There it is.
Open up in there! Police!
Attention. Clear launchpad.
- Give me the phone. - Get your hands off me, you big jerk!
Locked in. Proceed 1-9-5 degrees true.
Yeah, Security?
Without facts, the decision cannot be made logically.
Set malfunction on United States rocket.
Rocket passing 20-mile arc and accelerating.
What if it turns out you're an invading alien from the future?
Security alert. All decks alert. Prisoner has escaped. All decks alert.
- McCoy here. - Bones, hurry up with that report.
Small mole on left shoulder,
Detonation: 104 miles.
Hold it! Don't move! You've done enough already!
What's going on there?
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
I had him, and something yanked him away.
If we ourselves do anything that changes history...
All boards report status.
What do you think you're doing, big jerk? What's the big idea?
Even if we talk, they wouldn't believe us.
Mr. Spock, historical report.
You.
Auxiliary transmitters check out, Flight Control.
I was beaming up Mr. Seven and something yanked him away from me.