remains untarnished.
Spock, you have made a commitment
to honour the Vulcan way.
Why did you come
before this council today?
Was it to satisfy
your emotional need to rebel?
The only emotion I wish to convey
is gratitude.
Thank you, Ministers,
for your consideration.
Live long and prosper.
-How are you?
-Hey.
-Hi.
-Hi.
Hi, I'd like a Klabnian Fire Tea,
three Budweiser Classics,
-two Cardassian Sunrises and...
-Gotta try the Slusho. It's good.
The Slusho mix. Thank you.
That's a lot of drinks for one woman.
-And a shot of Jack, straight up.
-Make that two. Her shot's on me.
Her shot's on her. Thanks but no thanks.
Don't you want to at least
know my name
before you completely reject me?
-I'm fine without it.
-You are fine without it.
It's Jim. Jim Kirk.
If you don't tell me your name,
I'm gonna have to make one up.
-It's Uhura.
-Uhura? No way!
That's the name
I was gonna make up for you.
-Uhura what?
-Just Uhura.
They don't have last names
in your world?
Uhura is my last name.
Well, they don't have first names
in your world?
Excuse me, buddy.
So, you're a cadet, you're studying.
What's your focus?
Xenolinguistics.
You have no idea what that means.
The study of alien languages.
Morphology, phonology, syntax.
It means you've got a talented tongue.
I'm impressed.
For a moment there,
I thought you were just a dumb hick
-who only has sex with farm animals.
-Well, not only.
This townie isn't bothering you, right?
Beyond belief.
But it's nothing I can't handle.
You could handle me.
That's an invitation.
-Hey, you better mind your manners.
-Relax, cupcake. It was a joke.
Hey, farm boy. Maybe you can't count,
but there are four of us and one of you.
So get some more guys,
and then it'll be an even fight.
Guys, stop it.
Stop it!
Enough!
Guys, he's had enough!
Outside, all of you.
-Now!
-Yes, sir!
-He wouldn't even listen!
-I just bought a drink.
-Can you believe this?
-It's not really fair.
-Come on.
-You all right, son?
You can whistle really loud,
you know that?
You know, I couldn't believe it when
the bartender told me who you are.
-And who am I, Captain Pike?
-Your father's son.
Can I get another one?
For my dissertation,
I was assigned the U.S.S. Kelvin.
Something I admired about your dad,
he didn't believe in no-win scenarios.
He sure learned his lesson.
Well, it depends
on how you define winning.
-You're here, aren't you?
-Thanks.
You know, that instinct to leap
without looking, that was his nature, too.
And in my opinion,
it's something Starfleet's lost.
-Why are you talking to me, man?
-'Cause I looked up your file
while you were drooling on the floor.
Your aptitude tests are off the charts.
So what is it?
You like being the only genius-level
repeat-offender in the Midwest?
Maybe I love it.
So your dad dies. You can settle
for a less-than-ordinary life.
Or do you feel like you were meant
for something better?
Something special?
-Enlist in Starfleet.
-Enlist?
You guys must be way down
on your recruiting quota for the month.
If you're half the man your father was,
Jim, Starfleet could use you.
You can be an officer in four years.
You can have your own ship in eight.
You understand what the Federation is,
don't you? It's important.
It's a peacekeeping
and humanitarian armada...
-Are we done?
-I'm done.
Riverside Shipyard. Shuttle for
new recruits leaves tomorrow, 0800.
Now, your father was captain
of a starship for 12 minutes.
He saved 800 lives,
including your mother's. And yours.
I dare you to do better.
Nice ride, man.
It's yours.
Four years? I'll do it in three.
At ease, gentlemen.
-Never did get that first name.
-You need a doctor.
I told you people, I don't need a doctor,
damn it, I am a doctor!
You need to get back to your seat.
I had one in the bathroom
with no windows.
-You need to get back to your seat now.
-I suffer from aviaphobia.
It means fear of dying
in something