Season 3

KIRK: 

Scotty! Get me out of here! 

SCOTT [OC]: 

That was quick. 

There's quite a bit of surface interference, sir. 

KIRK: 

Scotty!

[Transporter room]

(Two Teenaxi have beamed up with Kirk. Security deal with them as Kirk walks away.) 

SECURITY: 

Get it off of me! 

KIRK: 

I ripped My Shirt again….

SCOTT: 

How'd it go?

[Corridor]

(Spock and McCoy come up behind Kirk. McCoy scans him.) 

SPOCK: 

Captain, did you manage to broker 

a treaty with the Teenaxi? 

KIRK: 

Er... let's just say I came up short. 

Will you log that and put it in the vault, Spock? Thank you. 

(He throws Spock the artefact.) 

MCCOY: 

Jim, you look like crap. 

KIRK: 

Thank you, Bones. 

MCCOY: 

You got that little vein popping out of your temple again. You okay? 

KIRK: 

Never better! 

Just another day in the fleet.

Captain's log, Stardate 2263.2. 

Today is our 966th day in deep space, a little under three years into our five year mission. 

The more time we spend out here, the harder it is to tell where one day ends and the next one begins. 

It can be a challenge to feel grounded when even gravity is artificial. But, well, we do what we can to make it feel like Home. 

The crew, as always, continues to act admirably despite the rigours of our extended stay here in outer space. And the personal sacrifices they have made. 

We continue to search for new life forms in order to establish firm diplomatic ties. 

Our extended time in uncharted territory has stretched the ship's mechanical capacities but fortunately our engineering department, led by Mr Scott, is more than up to the job. 

The ship aside, prolonged cohabitation has definitely had effects on interpersonal dynamics. Some experiences for the better, and some for the worse. 

As for me, things have started to feel a little… episodic. 

The farther out we go, the more I find myself wondering what it is we're trying to accomplish. If the universe is truly endless, then are we not striving for something forever out of reach? 

The Enterprise is scheduled for a reprovisioning stop at Yorktown, the Federation's newest and most advanced starbase. Perhaps a break from routine will offer up some respite from the mysteries of The Unknown. 

[Kirk's quarters]

MCCOY: 

Sorry I'm late.

 Keenser's leaking some kind of highly acidic green goo, 

and Scotty's terrified he's gonna sneeze on the warp core and kill us all. 

What the hell are you drinking? 

KIRK: 

I'm pretty sure it's the rest 

of that Saurian brandy 

we picked up on Thasus. 

MCCOY: 

My God, man, 

are you trying to go blind? 

That stuff's illegal. 

Besides, I found this in Chekov's locker. 

(A 30 year old malt whisky.) 

MCCOY: 

Wow. Right? I mean, 

I always assumed he'd be….

KIRK: 

A vodka man. 

MCCOY: 

A vodka guy, exactly. 

I wanted to have something 

appropriate for your birthday. 

KIRK: 

That's in a couple days. 

You know I don't care about that. 

MCCOY: 

I know. I know you don't like celebrating it 

on the day because it's also 

the day Your Pa bit the dust. 

I was being sensitive. 

KIRK: 

Did they teach you about 

bedside manner in medical school? 

Or is it just your southern charm. 

(Three glasses have been poured.) 

KIRK: 

Oh yeah. That's good. 

MCCOY: 

Lordy! 

Are you gonna call your Mom? 

KIRK: 

Yeah, of course. 

I'll call her on the day. 

I'm one year older. 

MCCOY: 

Yep, that's usually how it works. 

KIRK: 

A year older than he ever got to be. 

He joined Starfleet because he... 

he believed in it. I joined on a dare. 

MCCOY: 

You joined to see 

if you could live up to him. 

You spent all this time 

trying to be George Kirk 

and now you're wondering 

just what it means to be Jim. 

Why you're out here. 

(a toast) 

To perfect eyesight 

and a full head of hair. 

(Comms beep.) 

KIRK: 

Kirk here. 

SULU [OC]: 

Captain, approaching 

Yorktown base. 

KIRK: 

I'm on my way, Mr Sulu.

Let's keep this birthday thing 

under wraps, huh? 

MCCOY: 

Yeah, you know me :

Mr Sensitive.

Staging

All The World’s A Stage,

And all The Men and Women merely Players;

They have Their Exits and Their Entrances,

And one Man in His Time plays many parts,

His acts being Seven Ages. 

At first, The Infant,

Mewling and puking in The Nurse’s arms.

Then The Whining Schoolboy, with his satchel

And shining morning face, creeping like snail

Unwillingly to school. 

And then The Lover,

Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad

Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. 

Then A Soldier,

Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard,

Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,

Seeking the bubble reputation

Even in the cannon’s mouth. 

And then The Justice,

In fair round belly with good capon lined,

With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,

Full of wise saws and modern instances;

And so he plays his part. 

The Sixth Age shifts

Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,

With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;

His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide

For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice,

Turning again toward childish treble, pipes

And whistles in his sound. 

Last scene of all,

That ends this strange eventful history,

Is second childishness and mere oblivion,

Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.

40

Don't worry, Mr. Durden. 

Airport parking. Long term. 

After you, Mr. Durden. 

After you. 

Something on your mind, dear? 

No. All right, yeah. 

Why wasn't I told about Project Mayhem? 

First rule of Project Mayhem is you do not ask questions.

Why didn't you include me in the beginning?

Fight Club was The Beginning. 

Now it's moved out of The Basements 

and it's called Project Mayhem. 

You and I started Fight Club together. 

Remember? 

It's as much Mine as it is Yours. 

Is this about You and Me?

Yeah. 

I thought we were doing this together.

You're missing The Point. 

This Does Not Belong to Us.

We are Not Special.

Fuck that. You should have told me. 

Hey, Tyler! Goddamn it, Tyler!

What do you want? 

A Statement of Purpose? 

Should I email you? 

Should I put this on your action item list? 

Look...

You decide your own level of Involvement! 

I will! I wanna know certain things first!

The First Rule of Project Mayhem... 

Shut up!

I wanna know What You're Thinking.

Fuck What You Know! 

Forget about what you think you know about Life, about Friendship, and especially about You and Me. 

What is that supposed to mean? 

What... What are you doing? 

Guys, what'll you wish you'd done before you die?

Paint a Self-Portrait.

Build a House.

And you? 

I don't know. Nothing.

Get in the right lane.

You have to know 

The Answer to This Question! 

If you died now, 

How would you feel about Your Life? 

I don't know! 

I wouldn't feel anything good about My Life. 

Is that what you want to hear me say?

Come on!

Not Good Enough. 

Stop fucking around! 

Tyler! Jesus Christ! 

Goddamn it! Goddamn it! 

Fuck you! 

Fuck Fight Club. 

Fuck Marla! 

I am sick of all your shit! 

Okay, man. Okay.

Quit screwing around. Steer!

Look at you!

Steer! 

Look at you! 

You're fucking pathetic! 

Why? Why? 

What are you talking about?

Why do you think I blew up your condo? 

What? 

Hitting Bottom isn't a Weekend Retreat. 

It's not a goddamn Seminar. 

Stop trying to control everything and just let go!

Let go! 

All right. 

Fine. Fine. 

I'd never been in a car accident. 

This must have been what all those people felt like before I filed them as statistics in my reports. 

Goddamn! 

We've just had a Near-Life experience! 

In The World I See, you're stalking elk through the Grand Canyon forests around the ruins of Rockefeller Centre. 

You'll wear leather clothes that will last you the rest of your life. 

You'll climb the great thick kudzu vines that wrap the Sears Tower. 

And when you look down, you'll see tiny figures pounding corn, laying strips of venison in the empty car-pool lane of some abandoned superhighway. 

Feel better, champ. 

And then... 

Tyler? 

...Tyler was gone. 

Was I asleep? 

Had I slept? 

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake, 

you understand me? 

The House had become a living thing, 

wet inside from so many people sweating and breathing. 

We are all part of the same compost heap... 

So many people moving, The House moved. 

Planet Tyler. 

I had to hug the walls, 

trapped inside this clockwork of Space Monkeys. 

You can't be smoking in here! 

You know how much ether is in This fucking House? 

Cooking and working and sleeping in teams. 

Hang on a second. 

It's under control, sir. 

Where's Tyler? 

Sir, the first rule of Project Mayhem is you do not... 

Right. Okay. 

I'm all alone. 

My Father dumped me. Tyler dumped me. 

I am Jack's broken heart. 

What comes next in Project Mayhem only Tyler knows. 

The second rule is you do not ask questions. 

Get the fuck away from me! Get the fuck away from me! 

Who are all these people? 

The Paper Street Soap Company. 

One Girl in All The World

In Every Generation There is a Chosen One. 

She alone, will stand against The Vampyres, 

The Dæmons and The Forces of Darkness. 

She is The Slayer.

Buffy enters and looks around not seeing anyone she knows. 

She walks over to a couch and spots a man across the room turned three quarters away from her that looks like Angel. 

He turns enough so that she can see his face and it isn't him. 

Xander: 

The Whole World in front of her, 

and she comes back to this dive. 

She turns around and sees him.

 Buffy: 

Xander! 

(She gives him a one-armed hug.)

 

Xander: 

Hey, Buff. 

Buffy: 

Oh, when did you get back? 

Xander: 

Couple days ago. 

Buffy: 

You freak of nature. 

Why didn't you call me? 

Xander: 

Well I knew you guys were starting the whole college adventure and I didn't want to, um, you know... help you move. 

Buffy: 

I missed you. 

How was your trip? 

Is America nice? I hear it's nice. 

Xander: 

There's some purple mountains majesty, 

I'm gonna have to say. 

Buffy: 

What'd you do? 

What'd you see? 

Xander: 

Well... 

Buffy: 

Tell me! 

Xander: 

'Grand Canyon!' 

Buffy: 

You saw the Grand Canyon! 

Xander: 

Well, I saw the movie 'Grand Canyon,' on cable. 

Really lame. 

Buffy: 

Hunh? 

Xander: 

Basically, I got as far as Oxnard 

and the engine fell out of my car, and that was literally. 

So, I ended up washing dishes at 'The Fabulous Ladies Night Club' for about a month and a half while I tried to pay for the repairs. 

No one really bothered me or even spoke to me until one night when one of the male strippers called in sick and no power on this earth will make me tell you the rest of that story. 

Suffice to say I traded my car in for one that wasn't entirely made of rust, 

came trundling back Home to the arms of my loving parents, 

where everything was exactly as it was 

except 

I sleep in the basement 

and 

I have to pay rent. 

How's college? 

Buffy: 

Male strippers? 

Xander: 

No power on This Earth! 

Buffy: 

Ok. College is good. 

Xander: 

Ok, uh, once more with even less feeling. 

Buffy: 

No, really! I-I mean, Willow's in heaven 

and Oz has this really cool house off campus with the band. 

(They both sit on the couch.) 

Xander: 

And you're sitting here alone at the Bronze 

looking like you just got diagnosed with Cancer of the Puppy. 

Buffy: 

It's just... there was this vampire, 

and she took me down, and I just... 

I don't know how to stop her. 

Xander: 

Then where's the gang? 

Avengers Assemble! 

Let's get it going! 

Buffy: 

No, I don't want to bug them. 

I mean they're just starting school, and they don't need this. 

Xander: 

Ok Buff, what's the 'what' here? 

Buffy: 

It's just --

What if I can't cut it? 

Xander: 

Can't cut what? 

Slaying? 

Buffy: 

Slaying, everything. 

Xander: 

Buffy, this is all about Fear. 

It's understandable, but you can't let it control you. 

'Fear leads to anger. 

Anger leads to hate. 

Hate leads to anger.' 

No wait, hold on. 

'Fear leads to hate. 

Hate leads to the dark side.' 

Hold on, no, umm, 

'First you get the women, 

then you get the money, then you...' 

okay, can we forget that?

 Buffy: 

Thanks for the Dadaist pep talk, 

I feel much more abstract now. 

Xander: 

The Point is, 

You're Buffy. 

Buffy: 

Yeah, maybe in high school I was Buffy. 

Xander: 

And now in college you're Betty Louise? 

Buffy: 

Yeah, I'm Betty Louise Plotnick 

of East Cupcake, Illinois. 

Or I might as well be. 

Xander gets up and crouches down in front of her. 

Xander: 

Buffy, I've gone through some fairly dark times in my life, 

faced some scary things, among them the kitchen at 

'The Fabulous Ladies Night Club.' 

Let me tell you something -- 

When it's Dark and I'm all Alone 

and I'm Scared or Freaked-out or whatever, 

I always think, 

'What would Buffy do?' 

You're My Hero. 

Ok, sometimes when it's Dark and I'm all Alone I think, 

'What is Buffy wearing...?' 

Buffy: 

Can that be one of those things you never, ever, tell me about? 

Xander: 

It's a deal. 

(He stands up.) 

Let's put this bitch in The Ground! 

What do you say? 

She holds out her right hand and he helps her up. 

Buffy: 

I think I say 'Thank You'. 

Xander: 

And nothing says 'Thank You', 

like dollars in the waistband. 

Ok, what do we do first? 

The Game Theory of Life in The Village

" So we then move on you see to another possible response, not repentance, but that of resignation :

"I quit The Game, I won't play it." 

There are all sorts of ways of doing this but basically this is an aristocratic posture, 

"You ordinary mortals with all your Desires, and all your Involvements are deluded - You Get attached to Things.

But there are a certain minority of Us, Who are above it all. 

And since We've resigned, We're not going to follow This now. " 

This as I say is an artistocratic, [be aware]  that it may be aristocratic in two ways : 

There's the aristocracy of the Hindu Sannyasi the people outside and above caste 

and there's also the aristocracy of the actual aristocrat - I get so mixed up with my British and American pronunciation on this - but 

The Aristocrat who comes on with the position of always being bored, who has complete sangfroid, who is imperturbable 

Kaiser Ling's study of this mentality is marvellous in his book of Europe the essay on Hungary portrays the rightly he calls the grand signeur. 

He always identified himself as a type disrobe the grand familia cannot be saved,  who could always be always rise to the occasion under any social circumstances whatsoever, without trying to do so or without apparently trying to do so.

In other words if he goes to the Opera wearing blue jeans he will somehow make it apparent that everybody else is improperly dressed.

This is a very interesting type of person you know there was an essay written by someone whose name I can't remember in the Centennial Review which contrasted the Attitude to Time of the

aristocracy, the bourgeoisie and the proletariat; 

It said The Aristocrat lives in The Past because his ancient forbears have achieved everything and his very by the fact of his birth in his existence he has nothing to strive for and he somehow I never need overdo it - he's always cool.

The Bourgeois on the other hand feels that it's necessary to arrive 

and he's always striving for The Future

Whereas the aristocrat lives in  The Past, on the other hand, 
The Proletarian lives in The Present because he doesn't care about his reputation, and he just lives.

And so of the three bourgeois The Sucker 

because the formula is always cheated because, well, it's going to come someday, see, you're going to get it - even your money when you pull it out of your pocket,  there says on it 

"Promise to Pay" 

- watch out for that!

It's poverty and the bourgeoisie use the news on from the whole the whole economy is the United States being the great bourgeois country is in a state of expectancy of feeling happy, not on what you have but on what is going to come 

The Aristocrat is happy on what has happened, these great achievements of the past mean there's nothing left to do except sort of glory in it.

The Proletarian wants it right now, see and they often get it; 

About the poor bourgeois, my uncle once said 

The Poor have it given them 

The Rich have it anyway so 

The Middle Classes do without

So both the aristocrats and the sannyasi have resigned.

Now, the more interesting of the two types is Acosta Sonia who Resigns From The World Game, let me review for you the role of the sannyasin in Indian culture you know there are four castes because 

The Priests or Brahmins  

The Caste of Warriors and Rulers called Kshatriya  

The Caste of Merchants called Vasia  

and The Caste of Workers called Shudra 

And to belong to a caste means that you are in  the state called grihastha, which is 'Householder' that is to say you are One Who is Involved in The World, you are engaged in what is called loca Sandra and loca means The Well, Sandra, upholding, upholding the going on of The Great Illusion and so you are playing for money for position for status, for success and hoping above all that you could win - You can beat The Game.

But it's supposed in the same Culture that every Man who attains the age of 45 or so, who has now a grown son to take over his work, will quit the game, will resign and so, when you come to be at age you're supposed to move from the state of grihastha, 'Householder' to vanaprastha which means 'Forest Dweller'.

You Give Away All Your Possessions 

to Your Son, 

You Change Your Name, 

You Take off All Your Clothes and Go More or Less Naked, 

because you have  

Abandoned Status.

So in spite of the fact that he has no status, he is however respected in the culture for being an Upper Outcast, whereas The Aborigines of the Indian Peninsula are Untouchables, The Lower Outcast and The Upper Outcast always mimics The Lower.

For example Buddha had his disciple wear ochre robes, because ochre robes were worn by convicts. 

So in the same way if today, in San Quentin, they all wear blue jeans with special kind pants and a kind of a blue denim jacket and this could well become the uniform of a new kind of sannyasi in The Western World 

and to some extent this is happening.

So this guy says 

"The Game is Not Worth The Cap, 
The Richer I Get, The More Miserable I Get"

Mo' Money, Mo' Problems.

You know how this is, you think that your problems may be monitored and you get more money.

What do you do then we've got enough money, you start worrying about your health and you can never never stop worrying about that 

Or if you're not worried about your health you worry about politics, if somebody's going to take your money away from you, worried about taxes, about Who's Cheating You.

And so a person who goes through all that he's finally 

"I don't think The Game's worth it, 

I'm going to resign."

And so Resignation or Renunciation --

 

The difference from Repentance is that it hasn't got the same kind of passion in The Resolve, that 

 

The Repentant Person Feels He's Wrong,  

Who Made a Mistake, Has Committed Sin 

and  

Wants to Get Better 

 

about the renounce first didn't concerns of that country he knows that better progress whether moral or material is an illusion and you have to understand this when you approach for example the study of Buddhism I think one of the most withering remarks I ever heard, from an oriental, he was Japanese he said once he was 

"Never forget that whereas Jesus was the Son of a Carpenter, Buddha was the son of a King" 

You know Wow! Take that! 

And it's choose it is something always about about that this is not the this is easy to see which Christianity historically was the protest of the slave class again if the Roman, establishment Buddhism was different it was the abandonment of position by an aristocracy  - 

 

That 

'We've done it. We've seen it all we've had it so now we check out and We will be therefore we will resign from all games' 

 

and if you follow this attitude to an extreme you're going to make because it all goes to the centre the same discovery that is made by the person who follows repentance to an extreme.

Just as The Repentant Person discovers that his contrition is phony, The Person Who Tries to Resign 

Will Discover That He Can't, that  -

There is no way of not playing games 

Let's go a little bit then into this Game Theory there are a lot of games that we play and not only the game of 
Can I get One Up on The Universe,  of Pretending That I'm me This Ego, With Its

Name and Its Role, The Man, 

but also we have what I call meta-games, for example the game 

My Games Better Than Your Game,

or The Game 

"I Won't Play With You Because Your Game is Vulgar, Stupid, Banal, Inferior or Whatever." 

One of the most, therefore, effective games in saying My Game is Better Than Your Game is that 

I'm Not Playing Games At All.

You are now at the lowest level we find that in the form of :

You're Not Sincere, I am Sincere 

You are Fooling, I'm not Fooling You and Being Honest with You 

Now, that's a great game and of Resignation is a form of it as to say you are children claim with toys and you haven't ever really woken up to the important concerns of life you haven't reached the dimension of ultimate sincerity all, that is to say Ultimate Reality, and in order to reach it you have to 
Resign from Distractions 

You hear a great deal in the literature about meditation of getting rid of distractions wandering for well I you might ask when you think about all that what are wandering for what are wrong for what shouldn't I be doing with my mind, well they all say actually every day you think about this and then you think about that in your thoughts run on in an undisciplined way from one association to another and you can't keep your mind fully on the job or whatever so you see, you're supposed to announce that because -

 

That's True Reality, all those wandering thoughts they're not about the importance now, What's Important, What should you keep your mind on well, something just as long as you keep your mind on it.

In an instruction one of the Buddhist scriptures says about concentration, 

When they concentrate on a yellow square on the ground, on the burning tip of an incense stick, on your navel, on the tip of your nose on the, centre between the eyes, or anything.

And then the footnote The Commentator adds  

"But not on any wicked thing." 

As you know that commentators the world over, they never have any [sense of humour].

So anything will do just so long as you keep your mind on it, and don't wander, stick to it, so 

 Wandering is Involvement in Games,

by this kind of definition, so then you try to get out can you now get out can you stop competing with other human beings 

In ancient Greek society there was a place in the center of the community called the argon A-R-G-O-N and this was a place for contests where they had wrestling matches and other athletic events because all the men were constantly trying to show who was the better and from this were the agonyax which means these the contest itself held in the argon we get our word agony, the struggle and striving to be superior and a lot of people that you meet among you,  you will recognize this among your friends all the time are not happy unless they are involved in the contest it doesn't matter what it is, so long as they're trying to beat something they're  happy 

And you may say over everything 

“You know can't we just sit around and talk instead of having to play a game, or bet or do something to prove who's the stronger...?" 

I was married to a girl who never was happy unless she was engaged in some kind of combat, when of course I had a game, it didn't look like one,  and so it was a very superior game just because it didn't look like one,  but it was a form of the game, my games that renews so you can't really not-play, you may go through the motions of not playing, but you still are.