Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love you.
“Hats”?!
Stand.
- Yes, sir. - Sulu and Riley, locate and confine.
Bridge to Sickbay. Is Mr. Spock there?
Bridge.
We've found a cure. We're over that part of it.
Fencing tones the muscle, sharpens the eye, improves the posture.
Course laid in, sir.
Engine room.
- Was he trying to kill himself? - It's doubtful he meant to.
Put your phasers on stun.
Orbit steady now, sir.
It was terrible. They were just sitting like they didn't care.
WAS HE TRYING TO MAKE IT PUBLIC? -- IT'S DOUBTFUL HE MEANT TO.
Scott, I need power!!!
Nonviolent at this stage. Slightly disoriented.
Skin temperature now 2170 degrees.
Four.
about to rip apart in its death throes.
Since the formula worked,
Here, let's have a look at that.
Sir, level two, corridor three reports a disturbance.
You...
Exactly. We must be prepared to respond instantly
Next tape, please.
Hurry.
...hurt me.
HIS CAPACITY TO SELF-NUKE HAS ALWAYS BEEN RATHER HIGH.
Bridge to captain.
The wounds were not that severe.
We've got four minutes, maybe five.
Hat, sir?
create any unusual danger to this vessel and crew?
- Nurse, you shouldn't... - Christine. Please.
“Hats”?
We've got to Risk a full Power Start
As the planet continues to shrink in size,
Whatever was happening, they didn't care.
Our mission: Pick up a scientific party below,
Warp one, sir.
Direction...
In the future, all female crew members will wear their hair