Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our vessel was blocked, and when we attempted to disengage...
your systems are now open.
Hey, did you just fart?
I had to discover your real intentions.
All decks prepare to better reaction time on second simulated attack.
I'm especially worried about Bailey.
If anyone's interested, 30 seconds.
Ahead slow. Steer a course around it, Mr. Sulu.
Watch and regulations and orders, what do they mean?
Reducing to warp 2, sir.
Tractor beam again.
What am I, a doctor or a moon-shuttle conductor?
The cube has been destroyed. Ship's damage, minor.
- Radiation nearing the tolerance level. - Still coming. Gaining on us.
Your timing is lousy, Jim.
Lock phasers on target.
Coming over my navigation beam.
If he got a signal through to the mothership...
regarding your vessel.
In some manner, he was reminiscent of my father.
your vessel will be destroyed immediately.
Flypaper.
What's the matter, Jim, don't you trust yourself?
or some such beliefs which comfort you.
- Jim, don't you think..? - What's the mission
This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.
Quite the contrary.
Phaser crew, stand ready.
- I'll buy speculation. - I'd sell it if I had any.
It is a material and a device which prevents attack on us.
- It'll do you good. - You're killing me.
Nine, eight,
Your weight was up a couple of pounds, remember?
- he'll expect a report... - The cube's range and position.
Distance from us, 1,593 meters. Position constant.
Plotted. Laid in, sir.
A puppet of some kind.
I regret that I can find no other logical alternative.
You now have two minutes.