Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Warp us out of here. - No response from engines, sir.

- What are you doing, Joe? - Hey, Joey, put the knife down.

And now, attention, cooks. This is your captain speaking.

Planet continuing to shrink in mass.

It doesn't matter. The way we came.

You know what Joe's mistake was?

- You rang, sir? - Who's this?

- The other four are back there. - Dead?

If he was supposed to be out in space, he wouldn't need air to breathe.

- Captain here. - Spock and Tormolen aboard, sir.

I would've gotten here sooner, but Crewman Moody...

Harrison, where's my report?

We're polluting it, destroying it.

You keep wondering, and you keep signing on.

- He keeps switching channels on me. - See if you can help Dr. McCoy.

- Tell McCoy I'll be there when I can. - Yes, sir.

- That's a supposition, not a fact. - Well, that may be. It may be.

Go to alert Baker Two. Seal off main sections.

We'll be warping out of orbit within a half-second of getting your command.

Oh, I love you.

I can't change the laws of physics.

Destroying and watching...

Orbit steady now, sir.

An Earth woman, living on a planet where love,

if man was meant to be out here.

Thanks, Obama. Now that's what I like!

- Scotty. - I can't change the laws of physics.

- You feeling all right? - Get off me.

I've watched them fade away and die

A change in mass also, sir.

- Kirk. Affirmative. - All station personnel are dead.

- Relative gravity increasing, sir. - Compensate, Mr. Riley.

Now I know why...

Look, can you keep this beast level?

Call me when you've cut through. I'll wanna be there. Kirk out.

- Well... - He died, didn't he?

I'll take you home again, Kathleen

Rate of compaction seems constant.

Space still contains infinite unknowns.