Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

For the same reasons you excite me.
Not when one of my men is dead because of it,
- Straight ahead, Mr. Spock? - The readings would so indicate.
Then it's a device. You do use tools.
.
Korob seemed quite puzzled...
Ghost stories, ogres, demons.
...it was you who quite contrarily insisted upon coming.
Sulu, do you know who I am?
or some other obstruction.
In the mythology of your race, this is called "sympathetic magic".
Look at me! I am a woman. I am all women!
It's some kind of a force field, sir.
And that too, is a new sensation. I find it stimulating.
...nightmare. - As if someone knew
What we've just seen is not real.
As far as the instruments can make out...
It's here, like words on a page!
...what appears to be a castle, and a black cat.
Bones. Spock.
- Kirk to Enterprise. - Enterprise, Lieutenant Uhura here.
For the moment, merely that you eat and enjoy yourselves.
Don't we, my precious?
- The universal myths, symbols. - Ghosts, witches, you mean?
I am only picking up physical impulses from the three of them.
Only the power-pack gave them reality.
Your bravery was tested, and you did not frighten.
It's too late for threats. You let me contact the ship.
- You were using me. - Why not?
I am a woman now.
- I did, sir, as soon as it happened. - Mr. DeSalle...
Reading, mister.
Wavelength analysis, Mr. Chekov?
I'm not that green.
- Are they still there, Spock? - No change, captain.
Mine is simple. But yours has the key.
Cover them.
You have a knack for giving me difficult choices.
- Trick-or-treat, captain? - Yes, Mr. Spock.
Yes, we know who you are.
All the crystalline forms you cherish above all things.