Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Ours, of course, differs.
Why? It belongs to us.
If you want to repair them, you'll have to learn to do it yourselves.
No, don't thank me.
I'm sorry we couldn't save your ship.
Thank you.
But we saved four.
- when they beamed aboard. - There's no record of it.
Hurry! We're running out of time.
Of that, you can be sure.
With all this interference, it is difficult to copy your transmission.
T'JON: That's great.
Shields are shaky, but they're holding.
I can't go on.
At least we can pull them out of orbit before they enter the atmosphere.
Then it's going to be difficult to accommodate you.
The matter is already decided.
Ornara became technologically sophisticated.
I just hope it was the right one.
SOBl: This measures the individual portions.
We've never been there.
Romas, are you and T'Jon carrying this plague?
Mm-hm. Yes, let's pay a call, get some answers.
There goes the other shoe.
Understandable.
Langor, you expect too much from them.
T'Jon, stand by to beam over.
This is the Enterprise.
Why? Because it offends against our sensibilities?
Transporter Room, you're out of time.
Captain, our sensors are being severely affected by the sun flares.
as well as potential temporary loss of other systems.
but which the Ornarans cannot live without.
And all of it based on a lie.
Please.
Wesley, I hope you never do.
We want to be reasonable.
suitable replacements can be fabricated.
I don't care if it's your decision. Get us some.
The Brekkians show no sign of infection.