Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't tell me that again, science officer! It's a theory. It's possible.

Doc, will you let me out of here? I'm all right.

I've set the jumpers up there. Stand by till I give you a signal.

It's beginning. Unusually rapid shifts.

The only way to get that door open

In a critical orbit, there's no time for surprise.

Magnetic pull compensated for. Orbit steady.

DOESN'T SOUND LIKE THE SCUM I KNOW.

Almost ready, sir.

Sealed off, if we can minimise the spread of whatever this is.

Leave men and women stuck out on freezing planets until they die.

HIS CAPACITY FOR FAGOOS HAS ALWAYS BEEN RATHER LOW.

Sorry, neither.

I'll hold you to that half-second, Scotty.

Raise antimatter 840 degrees.

You either leave this bois bloodied

Forcing us to spiral down to maintain the same distance from it.

What's going on?

Engine room, we need power!

He's cut off the alert channels.

Unless you people on the bridge start taking showers with your clothes on,

- You better get some rest. - Yes, sir.

Attention: Engine room on standby alert.

Your pulse is 242.

I can't change the laws of physics

And now Sulu, who is at heart a swashbuckler out of your 18th century.

- Captain. - What is it?

- I'll take you home again, Janeen - Spock!

It'll take at least two or three of them to get the engines up to power.

Stand by to close.

So far, there's nothing unusual in his bloodstream.

Its five-year mission:

- Mr. Spock? - All scanning stations manned,

- Present condition of Psi 2000? - Gravity pull increasing.

Where is Dr. McCoy?

TUBBS WAS CONFUSED, SELF-TORTURED.

Ship out of control, spiralling down towards planet Psi 2000.

Take D'Artagnan here to Sickbay.

due to friction with planet atmosphere.

Not Joe's kind. That kind of man doesn't give up.

I'll take you home again, Janeen

You can't afford a safety factor.