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The Trek Nation - All Our Yesterdays

All Our Yesterdays

By Marc Richard
Posted at December 25, 2004 - 10:03 PM GMT

See Also: 'All Our Yesterdays' Episode Guide

Spock: This planet's star will explode in approximately three and a half hours.
Kirk: All right -- then we'll stay on the planet for precisely three and a half hours.
McCoy: Jim, can I explain something about the word "approximately"?

Atoz: Welcome to the library.
Atoz: Reference service is available at the desk.
Atoz: What are you dawdling idiots still doing here?
Kirk: (aside to McCoy) I liked the first two ones better.

Kirk: Are you the real librarian?
Atoz: Yes, Mr. A-to-Z. Atoz for short.
Spock: And where did the planet's three billion people go?
Atoz: I sent them all to safety, one by one, in a race against time.
Kirk: How?
Atoz: In alphabetical order, of course.
McCoy: I bet that all your zekes and Zeldas were thrilled with that policy.

Spock: Just what are we expected to do?
Atoz: Choose a verisim disk, get prepared with the Atavachron, then traverse the portal. Clear?
Spock: Except for a few trivial details, yes.

Woman's Voice: Eeeeek!
Kirk: Hey, what's going on in there?
Atoz: Wait! You're not prepared!
(FZONK!)
McCoy: Jim! Spock, let's go after him!
Atoz: I said wait!
(FZONK-FZONK!)
Atoz: Hmph! "Trivial details" indeed....

McCoy: Where the heck are we?
Spock: This icy wasteland resembles Rura Penthe.
McCoy: Never heard of it.
Spock: Count yourself fortunate.

Kirk: Where the heck am I? Not in twentieth-century New York City again, I hope!
Fop: Zounds! Musketeers, apprehend yonder uncouth ruffian!
Kirk: Okay, definitely not New York.

Spock: Look -- a hunter dressed in heavy furs.
McCoy: Let's ask him for help!
Spock: "Her."
McCoy: That's a woman? How can you tell?
Spock Because I feel the stirring of my Vulcan blood.

Zarabeth: Here we are in my nice warm cave. (removes her fur coat)
McCoy: Do you, uh, design your own leather undergarments, ma'am?
Zarabeth: You mean this little number? I call it "Zarabeth's Secret."
Spock: Rowr.

Kirk: Mr. Atoz's Atavachron didn't prepare me before I came here.
Prosecutor: Oh no! Then you must get back to the library immediately!
Kirk: Gladly -- but why the rush?
Prosecutor: Think "substantial fines imposed for late returns."

Zarabeth: I made you a vegetarian salad, Spock.
Spock: (pointing to Zarabeth's plate) What is that?
Zarabeth: Chicken Marsala. It's, uh, meat, you know.
Spock: I will take three servings of it.
McCoy: I didn't know you ate chicken, Spock.
Spock: Normally not, but in the absence of steak tartare it will have to do.

Spock: I wish to remain with Zarabeth forever.
McCoy: Well I don't intend to spend the rest of my life here!
Spock: That situation can be easily remedied.
McCoy: How?
Spock: Through Vulcan ritual combat. Zarabeth, please hand me those two large axes.

Atoz: Good...you're back. Now let me prepare you and return you to the past.
Kirk: I'm not stepping through that time portal again!
Atoz: But you must! I get paid on commission!

McCoy: Spock, you're reverting to your barbaric Vulcan ancestors of five thousand years ago!
Spock: That is a preposterous theory, Doctor. Oog.

Kirk: Spock, Bones -- you made it back! Now let's get out of here!
Atoz: My sentiments exactly! I'm history! (FZONK!)
McCoy: Spock, I'm very sorry about Zarabeth. Are you back to your usual logical self?
Spock: Of course. After all, she has been dead and buried for five thousand years.
McCoy: That's what you call logic? Buried by whom?
Spock: Uh...good question.
(The Enterprise hightails away from the exploding star at Ludicrous Speed)

THE END

Find more episode info in the Episode Guide.


Marc Richard is one of the contributors of Five-Minute Voyager, where sci-fi episodes are reduced to "fivers" of one-twelfth their original length.