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The purpose of a briefing, gentlemen, is to get me answers

assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.

First Tormolen,

- Crewman, stand aside. - Oh, well, yes, sir.

a totally new and unusual disease has been brought aboard.

- What are we doing here anyway? - Take it easy, Joe.

That's exactly what I was gonna ask.

to boldly go where no man has gone before.

This shouldn't be happening.

- Take over here, Rand. - Yes, sir.

Could be some form of space madness we've never heard of.

- Tormolen's record? - Psychiatric file, personality quotients.

Please, not again.

- Scotty? - Engine room.

- What's with him? - Nothing.

- emotion is bad taste. - We've got to risk a full-power start.

You sure you're all right now, Joe? We've gotta leave.

Mr. Spock, would you please acknowledge?

A valuable study.

Engine room, acknowledge!

Uhura, monitor communications.

He's cut off helm and power.

Our spectro readings showed no contamination,

We've got no business being out here, no business.

We haven't the time. We'll have to risk it.

This will be an emergency restart of engines.

On our way, lieutenant.

I'm in control of my emotions.

He can override any channel from down there.

And use restraint in putting on your makeup, women.

- Engine room from bridge. - Scott here, captain.

Engine power went off the scale as well.

All right. So, what do you do with it?

Hey, doc, what am I doing here?

The bioanalysis on the tapes prove that conclusively.

Lieutenant Uhura, you've interrupted my song.