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

This will be an emergency restart of engines.

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

a totally new and unusual disease has been brought aboard.

Please, not again.

The bioanalysis on the tapes prove that conclusively.

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

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

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

Uhura, monitor communications.

- What's with him? - Nothing.

Lieutenant Uhura, you've interrupted my song.

Engine room, acknowledge!

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

assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.

That's exactly what I was gonna ask.

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

Our spectro readings showed no contamination,

- Scotty? - Engine room.

And use restraint in putting on your makeup, women.

A valuable study.

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

He's cut off helm and power.

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

Mr. Spock, would you please acknowledge?

This shouldn't be happening.

He can override any channel from down there.

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

Engine power went off the scale as well.

I'm in control of my emotions.

Hey, doc, what am I doing here?

First Tormolen,

On our way, lieutenant.

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

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

to boldly go where no man has gone before.