"Shuttlepod One" Line-by-Line!

Trip: But at least they'd find us, get their shuttlepod back and a couple of... well preserved corpses...

 

REED: Sir.

 

Trip: Which way?

 

REED: Which way to what?

 

Trip: Echo 3, which way to Echo 3?

 

REED: I told you, it's too far.

 

Trip: Do you know which direction it is or don't you?

 

REED: Navigation is down.

 

Trip: That's not what I asked you!

 

REED: You want me to guess?

 

Trip: You come from a long line of Navy men and you've got a really good memory,

Trip points at the front viewport

Trip: Look hard at those stars, find something that looks familiar and tell me which way to go!

 

REED: Sir.

 

TUCKER: That's an order!

 

Reed looks out the viewport. Trip walks up to the front of the Pod

Trip: Well?

 

Reed: I don't suppose you have a sextant handy.

 

TUCKER: I left it with my slide rule. (Reed sits in the pilot's seat) Well?

 

Reed: That blue giant, we may have gone by it. I'm not sure.

 

Trip: That's good enough for me. Take one more low pass over the wreckage, then set a course.

Shuttlepod flies over debris

Trip: See you around Ca'pn.

 

REED: Personal Log: Lieutenant Malcolm Reed. November 9, 2151. By the time anyone hears this, by anyone, I suppose I mean anyone human, Commander Tucker and I will be long dead. It's my intention to recount the events that led to the destruction of the Starship Enterprise and to express my deepest feelings regarding my short but memorable service with Starfleet.

 

Trip: Tell them I'd love to add my two cents, but I'm trying to get a little work done.