Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Frequencies open.
Mr. Data and I were about to show Reittan Grax the, um...
did most of the work.
your farts smell lovely
Almost incomprehensible.
than deal with a toad-faced troll like you!
Captain, I trust there will be no further action taken against us?
I can send out a signal.
He says it flatters my beauty.
Not until we have some place to go.
about leaving you guys and the Enterprise.
- Pure luck. - I was being polite.
Mother, we can't just leave you here.
And now, Lwaxana Troi.
- An excellent achievement. - Thanks, Data.
- Lwaxana, don't. - I've made up my mind.
Now we have a reasonable hypothesis as to whom.
According to Mother,
- I suppose so, but-- - Listen, Wesley.
- Krayton, transport four immediately. - No, Tog.
Check.
Tog's given me something perfectly hideous to wear.
Congratulations.
So good of you to meet us.
I think it's around here somewhere.
Deanna, try to understand. You're all I have.
My friends, here on the Enterprise.
Pick some.
When he returned, all three of them were gone.
A wise choice.
Of course you were, DaiMon.
With your telepathy and my cunning, I foresee--
Meaning, if I set up a simple oscillation,
I don't need your help.
If I can determine what neural configuration
There is no translation.
gives her those powers, I may be able to duplicate them.
Mr. Crusher derived the equation governing its operation.
That can be arranged.
I have a, uh, business proposition for you.
The Bradbury has informed us
William, I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions.
Klingon shitposts are surging sir...
He regrets your missing the oral examination,
Tog, be silent!
The Ferengi ship is almost as fast as the Enterprise.
I should have known.
- Mr. Homn was no help? - None.