Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

A fortune of them for each of you,
no changes in surface temperature.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.
Listen.
In many ways, you are quite admirable.
Standby alert.
- Enterprise, I'm Captain Kirk. Come in. - Captain.
You are most unpredictable.
Leaving Assistant Chief Engineer DeSalle in command of the Enterprise,
and there are no apparent physical causes.
Scott and Sulu should've contacted us half an hour ago.
Therefore it also is of no importance.
All of this, just an illusion.
And despite my failure with these bright baubles,
Don't. Sylvia, don't!
I see what you did there.
You see all this around you...
You examine any object, you question everything.
He expected me to react as though it were all normal.
Wait.
- We're cooking up here. - All right.
...curses.
...unless you start explaining yourself.
I'm told I've been an inattentive host, gentlemen.
It was that electrical field we set up, Mr. DeSalle.
Telepathy doesn't imply control
Bones. Doc.
I think I can stop her.
Neither did Jackson, just before he collapsed.
Picking up life form readings:
- We have a duty to the Old Ones. - What do they know of sensations!
We know they're down there. I want them found.
I would say not, captain.
There's only black and white.
Space, the final frontier.
My great uncle farted so I decided to smell it.
You'll find us most uncooperative...
I perceive you cannot be bribed.
...why do I find you different?
TOO LATE.
Sylvia...