Walter Koenig: Chekov
[Chekov is being interrogated]
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : Name.
Chekov : My name?
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : [sarcastically] No, my name.
Chekov : I do not know your name.
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : You play games with me, Mister, and you're through.
Chekov : I am? May I go now?
[to 20th Century American interrogators]
Chekov : I am Pavel Chekov, a commander in Starfleet. United Federation of Planets Service Number 656-5827D.
Chekov : Please, please - We're looking for the naval base in Alameda can you tell us where the nuclear wessels are?
Passerby : Oh, I don't know if I know the answer to that. I think it's across the Bay. In Alameda!
Chekov : That's what I said - Alameda, I know that.
Cmdr. Uhura : But where is Alameda?
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : What do you think?
FBI Agent 2 : He's a Russki.
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life, of course he's a Russki but he's a retard or something...
FBI Agent 2 : You better call Washington.
Chekov : [picks up his phaser from the table, aiming at the FBI agents] Don't move!
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : OK, make nice, give us the ray gun.
Chekov : I warn you, if you don't lie on the floor... I will have to stun you.
FBI agent interrogating Chekov : Go ahead. Stun me.
Chekov : I'm very sorry, but...
[tries to fire the phaser, but it jams. Laughs nervously]
Chekov : Heh, must be the radiation.
[throws the phaser at the FBI agent and escapes through a back door]
[Captain Kirk and his crew prepare to time warp in order to retrieve Humpback whales from the past; via sling-shooting around the sun]
Kirk : [to himself] May fortune favor the foolish...
Kirk : Warp speed, Mister Sulu.
Sulu : Aye, sir. Warp speed.
[the captured Klingon Vessel speeds up at warp speed]
Sulu : [silence in the cockpit; nonchalantly] Warp two... warp three.
Kirk : [uneasy] Steady as she goes...
Sulu : Warp four...
[a metallic reading plate slips off of Spock's desk. Spock reaches for it, but it falls into the grate. As the ship gets closer and closer to the sun, the interior of the Klingon vessel begins to vibrate gradually]
Sulu : Warp five...
[Another metallic reading plate slips off of Uhura's communications desk; clattering to the floor]
Sulu : Warp six...
[several objects fall to the floor noisily in the background as the ship's alarms go off]
Sulu : Warp seven... warp eight...
Chekov : Sir... heat shields at maximum!
Sulu : [over the alarms] Warp NINE! Nine point two, Nine point three...
Kirk : [over the noise] We need to breakaway speed.
Sulu : [literally shouting over the alarms] Nine point five, Nine point six, Nine point seven, Nine point eight...
[a screen bursts into shatters due to the pressure from the sun; Uhura screams. Kirk, Chekov, McCoy and Spock immediately turn their heads toward Uhrua's direction]
Cmdr. Uhura : [over the noise] I'm all right. I'm fine...
[Kirk lets out a sigh of relief; steam hisses as the ceiling cracks; the window shows that they are getting really close to the sun]
Kirk : [shouts] NOW MISTER SULU!
[the ship successfully maneuvers around the sun]