Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

MARINER [disguising voice]: This way, mortals, or thou shalt be smited.

We don't need to be heroes today, people.

No, guys, grab a bone. Just swing on 'em.

Play me a concerto.

[distortion breaks up scream]

[scoffs] I'm done listening to youse.

I love that when Riker was on the Enterprise,

-Not even Boimler would... -Shh. He's gone.

I told you to keep your hands to yourself, Orion.

Your hands are super soft and clean.

They went to different dimensions.

Oh, how much can one guy collect?

Rerouting main power.

I'd love to be in a string quartet.

Can you believe that?

-Whoa! Whoa! -Rutherford!

Ah, man, Boims would have loved this mission.

More like suck-up at Tanagra.

Clone me's staying on the Titan, so here I am.

FREEMAN: Captain's log, stardate 58001.2.

what kind of dangerous items he might have been hoarding.

If I had thought for one second before I hit that stupid vacuum,

-I know you got, like, a shared history and stuff... -Oh, man, so much to tell you.

Gah, this isn't gonna hold much longer!

I can't say this is how I pictured going out,

A mission's only as important as you make it, Mariner.

-in the factor of five, six, seven... -FIRST OFFICER: Captain,

Since when do I micromanage?

Whoa! Did you get double promoted? Congrats!

His collection pales in comparison to mine.