Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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