The Naked Time
- by John D. F. Black, directed by Marc Daniels
- (NBC-TV, USA, 29 September 1966)
You know, Dr. McCoy said the same thing.
You know, Dr. McCoy said the same thing.
Spock: Fifty years to go. Forty. Thirty.
Kirk: Never mind, Mr. Spock.
Spock: [silence]
Humans of the 20th century do not go beaming around the Galaxy, Mr. Seven.
History has been changed in the fact that Billy Claiborne didn’t die, but Chekov is lying there dead.
They cannot hear you, Captain. To their ears, you sound like an insect.
Your collection of Leonardo da Vinci masterpieces, Mr. Flint—they appear to have been recently painted.
Conjecture, Captain, rather than explanation: It would seem that we were held in the power of creatures able to control matter and to rearrange molecules in whatever fashion was desired, so they were able to create images of Sarak and Lincoln after scanning our minds and using their fellow creatures as source matter.
Spock! You’re reverting into your ancestors, five thousand years before you were born!
McCoy: You realize that by giving him the formula you’re altering the future.
Scotty: Why? How do we know he didn’t invent the thing?
Troi: Captain, sir, this is not an illusion of a dream.
Picard: But these courts belong in the past.
Troi:I don’t understand either, but this is real.
The Traveler to Picard about Wesley: In such musical geniuses I saw in one of your ship’s libraries—one called Mozart, who as a small child wrote astonishing symphonies, a genius who made music not only to be heard, but seen and felt beyond the understanding, the ability of others. Wesley is such a person, not with music, but with the equally lovely intricacies of time, energy, propulsion, and the instruments of this vessel, which allow all that to be played . . .
Sensors show nothing, sir, But it appears a moment in time repeated itself exactly, for everyone.
We have run into an unusual situation, sir: There are people on board. Frozen.
Riker: A baby? This is a surprise.
Troi: More so for me.
Clancy: [to Geordi] Aye, sir. Where can I reach you?
Data: He can be reached at 221 Baker Street!
We had almost given up hope. We were afraid maybe the whole Federation had been attacked.
Assimilate this!
You know, coming back in time, changing history . . . that’s cheating.
As you know, I have made a vow never to give you information that could potentially alter your destiny. Your path is yours to walk and yours alone.
Time? Of course, that’s how he did it. This is not another reality—this is our reality. He went back in time and changed the present.
I know me being here wasn’t . . . ideal . . . , and potentially reality-threatening, but meeting all of you has been one of the greatest experiences of my life.