Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You are free.
- Lieutenant Uhura, let's go. - Yes, sir.
I am merely pursuing the only logical course available to us.
There has been no mistake.
We hold, Provider One.
Your spirit is as great as the captain's.
- Provider Two, 350 quatloos! - Provider Three, 400!
Since your alternative is death.
And then I pull my pants down, and start to paint my tush, and dress up in leather, and squat on Barbara Bush
Hail to you, my Triple Husbandoid. I summon you here to group greet our swift Imperial navies home.
From Earth, Triskelion's three suns are just a flicker of light.
Because you have amused the Providers,
We can't wager for trifles like quatloos.
I see.
Every circuit works perfectly.
...if we're even in the same dimension.
Such spirit! I wager 15 quatloos that he is untrainable.
All right, if we don't find them here,
I have been sent to welcome you.
It means you're a very beautiful woman.
You begin, Uhura.
Stop it. Stop it!
- Standard orbit, captain. - Good.
- Just keep looking for them. - I'd welcome a suggestion, doctor,
I don't think so, captain.
It's faint, sir, but it consistently reads an excess of predictable energy level.
Someone we care for.
Lars.
and we find ourselves on a strange and hostile planet,
If there's any chance at all,
No, doctor. Even that would show up on our sensors.
The disgusting shit coming out of my ass was the kind of diarrhea only the Devil could produce
Anarchy. They would starve.
And you call yourselves superior!
Why do they like to watch others being hurt, killed?
You're out of your Vulcan mind!
They're not within the confines of this solar system.
- What do they want from us? - You are to be trained, of course.
Confucius he say Man who goes to bed with itchy bottom wakes up with smelly fingers