Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's great, but when you're the son of someone perfect,
MARINER: Whoa, the Drookmani?
[grunts]
Soon, there will be no home left to save.
PEANUT HAMPER: You're all just jealous
Greetings.
PEANUT HAMPER: Keep it in your pants, sister.
PEANUT HAMPER: I'm sorry, what? Wait, like,
TENDI: You can load the code into their ship
Peanut, come with me. I want to take you somewhere.
This is what I was trying to teach you all along.
I must say, that's a mathematically perfect name.
[sighs heavily]
Oh, yes. [bleep] indeed.
we have roosted here today to honor and observe
Get out of here.
[Peanut Hamper humming tune]
We were tricked with Starfleet lies, and now you'll all pay.
improved their lives, okay? Not me.
[screeching]