Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's odd. I've never seen anything like that before.
It's just another life form, that's all. You get used to those things.
There's a whole galaxy out there waiting to honour you.
The bulk of the body seems to be iron and nickel.
Yes. I had tools and supplies left over from my crash.
We could do nothing now to stop you.
We're getting out of here, Cochrane. Face up to it.
The principles may be new to you. Mr. Spock...
We find you here where no human has any business being.
It’s a big galaxy, teevee producer.
Not coming from a human being.
Well?
At the moment, we're helpless. You might as well sit back...
What about you, Cochrane?
Well, I can't just fly away and leave you here.
Let me feel the earth against my feet.
Think it over, Mr. Cochrane.
We're not animals.
But you don't know. You could kill it. I won't stand for that, Kirk.
I've been marooned here who knows how long.
You ask me to find a weapon. Do you intend to destroy it?
Enterprise, this is the Galileo. Come in, please.
We're locked in, captain. Standard orbit established.
Must you keep it so terribly hot in here?
Put him on.
Go ahead, Cochrane. We have a few things to do.
Zefram Cochrane.
Zefram Cochrane died 150 years ago.
Communications are dead. Building overload. Cut all power relays.
The Man must continue.
We were virtually hijacked in space and brought here.
- We're on it, Mr. Scott. - Lay on the course. Maintain scanning.
We understand how you feel, Mr. Cochrane. But it has to be done.
Your relationship with the Companion has for 150 years
...love.
What about that war on Epsilon Canaris III?
What was it they used to call it?
The Man needs others of his species.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.