Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dr. McCoy's bio-computer and a portable electronic microscope
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!
- Listen to him. - You listen, Miri!
We'll land in the vicinity of the distress signal now being received.
And we've just wasted a minute.
Yes.
- All right, Jim. - Thank you.
"What if they get sick? Who takes care of them?
Mass, 6 times 10-to-the-21 st-power tons.
- Answers it very well. - Children who never age.
Very pretty.
You know, I bet they'll be able to do it with one person less.
unless you let me help you.
The communicators, captain.
Children, captain. Lots of them.
Of course, those are the early symptoms. There'll be more.
Data has been fed into the computers, Mr. Spock. Stand by.
- But, captain, if you become too ill... - My orders still stand, lieutenant.
I presume my calculations are correct.
Fibber! Fibber! Fibber! Fibber!
Three hours, 11 minutes left. Thank you, lieutenant.
Are you certain about the time we have left?
I wouldn't examine that dream too closely, Yeoman.
They're gone.
.
Captain's log, stardate 2713.5:
which sent out the signals that drew us to this planet.
What's your name?
Please.
McCoy injected himself Saves the day
I'll just tell her one of you fell down and got hurt.
Do you really?
means a death sentence.
I disregard these last entries. He said himself he was too sick,
We need them to talk to the ship.
we have made an astonishing discovery:
I don't think so.
- And truant officers, I presume. - They'll be all right.
She likes you, Jim.
- You're not supposed to be here. - I know.