Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's no indication of anything that would cause such interference.
...and Captain Kirk.
Gentlemen, my colleague, Sylvia.
I can't get enough of your farts
Scotty, Sulu.
and yet you came to save your comrades.
- I don't see any change. - It's there, lieutenant.
Telepathy?
I can't get enough of your farts
Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock...
Give me the transmuter.
Prepare impulse engines for generation of maximum heat
...but definitely registering. - That's where we go.
- Tests? - Yes.
Still no response, sir.
and I assure you that I have full control of your friends.
How long has it been?
And not to have a knowledge of our scientific methods
You were saying something about trick-or-treat.
Jim!
It is difficult to control so many things in so little time.
But it's there, and it's real.
It excites me. I want more.
...that's exactly what happened to Mr. Scott and his party.
The man is dead.
What I want is...
He said something about a transmuter.
Kirk to Enterprise. Come in.
- Ingenious. - Do be seated.
- Give me the transmuter. - No.
- You were warned to stay away. - But why?
Our analysis of you may have been, in some small way, in error...
- Why a cat? - Racial memories.
Both those men are well aware of landing-party procedure.
And now that we have them all together?
I don't know what you are, but you're not a woman.
These two are merely controlled, Captain Kirk.
I think they're going to release us.
Spock, comment.
- Jackson! - I'm sorry, I can't clear it, captain.
Under these conditions, fog is highly unlikely, captain.
- This is a new world. - You're cruel.
- Ready, sir. - Energise.
The temperature, sir. It keeps rising.
There are unguarded entrances to any human mind.
Very bad poetry, captain.
To touch, to feel, to understand the idea of luxury.