McCoy : "He's really not dead, as long as we remember him." Kirk : "It's a far, far better thing I do than I have done before. A far better resting place I go to than I have ever known." Carol : "Is that a poem?" Kirk : "No, something Spock was trying to tell me, on my birthday." McCoy : "Are you okay Jim? How do you feel?" Kirk : "Young. I feel young."