Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

at exact moments, captain.
Our deserts will bloom...
Yes.
But she was right.
Seconds now, sir. Stand by.
For us, time does not exist.
Miss Keeler.
to take all the money that
To step through on precisely the day we wish...
there's some record of wild paranoia.
and to cure their diseases.
Or perhaps he prevents her from being killed.
Few moments ago, I read a 1930 newspaper article.
whether she lives or dies, Spock.
Locked in here is the exact place and moment
With no past.
its heavy-water experiments.
as she was meant to.
Bones! Jim!
Well, you can start by cleaning up down here.
Maintain orbit. Aye, there.
That's funny.
If you're a bum, if you can't break off with the booze
A place to sleep.
Then even finding McCoy would be a miracle.
Explain!
I'm a surgeon...
And...
We don't know which.
Alerte pour isabel!!!
This single object is the source
To explore strange new worlds,
♪ Still my love Will guide you ♪
not a psychiatrist.
Because I don't believe in you either.
my predicament back there.
♪ Good night, sweetheart ♪
One day soon...
small.
Edith.
Edith.
Scotty.
A friend.
I try to.
I thought you, um,
How did she die?
Jim, Edith Keeler...
The most common question to ask would be,
for just a few moments.
Not that she's a bad-looking broad,
in logic, Mr. Spock.
Frustrating.