Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our skies have darkened three times since the harvest,
I thought you were reporting to Sickbay.
Why are you not at the temple, Kirok?
Well, then, what's the use?
I thought you no longer had the dreams,
I'm the daughter of the chief. Tribal law betroths me to our leader.
The devil with an asteroid! It won't get here for two months, Spock.
That's probably how the planet has survived all these centuries.
Perhaps we have not improved as quickly as the Wise Ones wish.
Tonal control. Consonants and vowels.
Back in the 20th century,
A mixture of Navajo, Mohican and Delaware, I believe.
Now, do I have to call the security guards to enforce it?
Another calculated Vulcan risk, doctor.
In the time it has taken me to explain the problem,
But it's only the wind. The wind can't harm them.
Behold a god who bleeds.
I must have hit it accidentally when I contacted the ship.
The nurse has given you something to ease the pain.
We've got a job to do. Let's get back to the Enterprise.
They chose a medicine chief to keep the secret of the temple