Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You couldn't lend a frickin' tentacle?
This is what being hands-off gets me?
to the engine room and disable the defenses.
Now, a prominent collector has died,
-the alarm. -But our orders are to avoid...
[British accent]: Ain't weaponizing Varuvian ore
[grunts] There, this should buy us some time.
for the loss of your friend.
About time, Starfleet.
-[screaming] -Lieutenant Kayshon!
[Pakleds grunting]
PAKLEDS: Ha-ha! Ho-ho-ho!
and peaceful diplomatic solutions.
Why couldn't they leave Data alone?
Hold it. We got a 'Led over there.
We are strong. We take your mine.
But you love the job, and I respect that.
Never felt more alive!
Don't move.
Well, I'm supposed to auction off his things,
RIKER: There's a pattern
I do.
Nope.
Computer, play "Songbird."
a bit above the Pakleds' grade level?
No, I think this is a fine first job
of my command evaluation today.
Get him to sickbay, have the doc check him out.
Uh, s-sorry. What ore?
He has issues with communal nudity.
and you're trying to steal from my precious collection.
This is all your fault, you pervert! No judgment.