PIKE: Someone is going to need to go out on the hull and launch the probe by hand. It's the only way to drop the ship out of warp.

SPOCK: I will go.

PIKE: Spock, I can't ask you to do that.

SPOCK: Vulcans are less susceptible to radiation than humans, Captain. I am the logical choice. I will go.

PIKE: *through coms* What's that sound, Spock?

SPOCK: That is the sound of subatomic particles ricocheting off my helmet, Captain. I am releasing the probe.

PIKE: Good. Get back inside now, Spock.

SPOCK: ...

PIKE: Spock??

SPOCK: ...

PIKE: Are you there? Spock talk to me!

GRANDFATHER: Spock does not die of radiation poisoning at this time.

KID: What

GRANDFATHER: The radiation doesn't get him. I'm explaining this to you because you look nervous.

KID: I wasn't nervous. Maybe I was a little... *concerned*. But that's not the same thing.

GRANDFATHER: Because I can stop now if you want.

KID: No...no you can read a little more...if you want.

SPOCK: Do you know what that sound is, Captain? That's the subatomic particles ricocheting off my helmet.

KID: We're past that part, Grampa.

GRANDFATHER: Oh. Oh my goodness. I did. I'm sorry. Beg your pardon. All right, all right, let's see. Big vacuum in space. Can't drop out of warp. Probe. Spacewalk on the hull. The particles started to ricochet off his helmet. And then...

SPOCK and UHURA are in their quarters, sharing a passionate embrace and true love's kiss.

KID: Hold it hold it what is this? Are you trying to trick me? Where's the space? Where's the trekking? ...is this a kissing show?

GRANDFATHER: Trust me you're gonna love this when you're older.