Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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