Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Some find it soothing.
Hold your breath and squeeze the trigger gently.
My problem: The captain is in deep shock.
Men, this is the pan. This is the hammer.
Tyree. My old friend.
Kirk is right about the people here.
I'll make a Klingon of you yet.
Jim, that means you're condemning this whole planet
Do not blame him.
- No mention of us. - Good. Go to yellow alert.
I do not want it.
I've come across some most interesting organic compounds.
here's another morsel of agony for you.
It's a trap. The woman's tricked us.
We must fight or die.
When the time comes, I'll be called.
Not good, sir.
They hadn't progressed nearly that far.
The Klingons changed that with the flintlocks.
Quite simple.
they are compassionate and gentle.
- I'll show you the method. - I thought my people
I thought it was my idea.
If their mission is a legitimate research interest
Take me to him.
Do you wish me to save him?
Class-M in all respects. Quite Earth-like.
Dr. M'Benga interned in a Vulcan ward.
- call me immediately. - Yes, doctor.
Take this of my soul.
balance of power.
- Yes. - I would like...
Those prints are several days old. They seldom stay around in one place.
What happened, captain?
Come, before we lose the darkness.
But if the Klingons are breaking the treaty...
Who hit you?
A splendid custom, if not carried to extremes.
That village furnace certainly didn't produce it.
If I tell her we're going to supply guns,
On my way.
People's exhibit number two:
Many ways?