Nichelle Nichols: Uhura

The Man Trap

Uhura

Mr. Spock: Miss Uhura, your last sub-space log contained an error in the frequencies column.
Uhura: Mr. Spock, sometimes I think if I hear that word 'frequency' once more, I'll cry.
Mr. Spock: Cry?
Uhura: I was just trying to start a conversation.
Mr. Spock: Well, since it is illogical for a communications officer to resent the word 'frequency'... I have no answer.
Uhura: No, you have an answer. I'm an illogical woman, who's beginning to feel too much a part of that communications console. Why don't you tell me I'm an attractive young lady, or ask me if I've ever been in love? Tell me how your planet Vulcan looks on a lazy evening when the moon is full.
Mr. Spock: Vulcan has no moon, Miss Uhura.
Uhura: I'm not surprised, Mr. Spock.

Uhura: Message, Captain. Starship base on Corinth IV requesting explanation of our delay here, sir. Space Commander Dominguez says we have supplies he urgently needs.
Captain James T. Kirk: Tell José he'll get his chili peppers when we get there. Tell him they're prime Mexican reds, I hand-picked them myself. But he won't die if he goes a few more days without 'em.

Uhura: I've checked every face on this vessel. It was not a crewman I saw.
Captain James T. Kirk: Yeoman Rand, how long was this "Green" with you?
Yeoman Janice Rand: As long as he... it thought it could get to the salt in my tray, sir.
Captain James T. Kirk: Mr. Spock?
Mr. Spock: Supplies of salt have been set out as bait at all decks and engineering levels, Captain. However, no one or nothing has approached them as yet.
Captain James T. Kirk: Dr. McCoy?
Dr. McCoy: Yes?
Captain James T. Kirk: Medical department report, Doctor.
Dr. McCoy: Oh. Well, we could offer it salt without tricks. There's no reason for it to attack us.
Mr. Spock: Your attitude is laudable, Doctor, but your reasoning is reckless.
Professor Robert Crater: The creature is not dangerous when fed.
Dr. McCoy: No, it's simply trying to survive by using its natural ability to take other forms.
Professor Robert Crater: The way the chameleon uses its protective coloring, an ability retained no doubt from its primitive state, the way we have retained our incisor teeth. They were once fangs. Certain of our muscles were designed for chase. It uses its ability the way we would use our muscles and teeth if necessary to stay alive.
Dr. McCoy: And like us, it's an intelligent animal. It's, uh... there's no need to hunt it down.
Mr. Spock: A very interesting hypothesis, Doctor.

Uhura: [after a death in the landing party is reported] I don't believe it.
Mr. Spock: Explain.
Uhura: You explain. That means that somebody is dead, and you just... sit there. It could be Captain Kirk. He's the closest thing you have to a friend.
Mr. Spock: Lieutenant, my demonstration of concern will not change what has happened. The transporter room is very well manned, and they will call me if they need my assistance.

Uhura: The door to my quarters still rattles when it opens. Would you stop by and see if you can do something about it? Thanks, Bobby.
[to the M-113 creature in the form of an African crew member]
Uhura: Crewman, do I know you?
Crewman: In a way, m'am. You were just thinking of someone like me. I'm guessing of course, but you do look a little lonely.
Uhura: [miffed] I see. So naturally when I'm lonely, I think of you.
Crewman: Nina ku dhaniar mwanamke mzuria
["I think you are a beautiful woman."]
Uhura: [pleasantly surprised] Unafikiri huol
["Do you think so?"]
Uhura: Swahili?
Captain James T. Kirk: [as Uhura is held in a trance-like state by the M-113 creature, ship's whistle sounds over the intercom] Lt. Uhura to the bridge.
[Ship's whistle again]
Captain James T. Kirk: Lt. Uhura to the bridge.