Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What the hell are you saying to him?
I don't have a lot of friends yet,
Rutherford, that is...
I got to go blood-pee some blood wine,
until they stumble across my distress call,
-Oh, man, how much blood did you lose? -Ow. [sighs]
K'orin. How do I know that name?
General K'orin.
And that... [grunts]
The next part gets dicey. Keep him distracted.
Uh, are you sure, sir?
MARINER: What, both of them?
The shuttle! The shuttle! What the hell?!
that I'm going to be exploringother opportunities on the ship.
COMPUTER: Ship destroyed.
If we're not back to it by the next rotation,
I just wanted to let you know
I got time for you in spades.
Okay, snippy.
-Where's the power cell, dude? -What, really?
Are-are we even allowed to stuff him in something?
we're kind of on a deadline, sohow about instead of fighting,
Look up here. Thank you. Okay.
and I'm like, "Mariner, we can't trust this guy.
-Sure. When's the pulsar? -0800.
FYI, in situations like that,
Ooh, yeah, I'm snippy.
I'm sorry, I skimmed almost most of it
It's, uh, right... here!
[Mariner laughing]
What is that? What are you doing?
-Oh... -Oh, no!
-Are you tracking him? -Oh, well, I, uh...
I got to brush up on my formal Klingon greetings, okay?
Yep, yep, all right.