Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Please, not again

Across the ocean wild and wide

- I keep wondering... - You keep wondering

I was ashamed of my Earth blood.

Maybe a little nervous, I guess.

Understand, Jim...

He'd used the computer room as if it were an amusement gallery.

I've relieved Mr. Scott of his duties.

Security reports incidents among the crewmen are increasing.

Engineers, man your stations. Engine rooms, report.

Richelieu, at last.

- Now? - Why not?

Get him out of here.

Mr. Sulu chasing crewmen...

You couldn't...

Exactly where I was heading, sir.

On this planet, water's changed to a complex chain of molecules.

- You practise. - For what?

- Take the helm. - Sir?

We've got to risk implosion. It's our only chance.

He's dead, doctor.

The captain's not permitted...

The engines were shut off. No time to regenerate them. Do you hear me?

Orbit plot shows we have about eight minutes left.

...it's called "she."

Riley seemed rather pleased with himself, as if he were...

Only reason he died, Jim, is he didn't wanna live. He gave up.

...the human Mr. Spock...

I was supposed to be collecting leaves, plant specimens...

- Where have you been? I've been... - My mother...

You sure the respirator is functioning properly?

- Clear that too, will you? - Yes, sir.

What were their symptoms?

Stand by to intermix.

Of course, doctor.