Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- You practise. - For what?

...it's called "she."

What were their symptoms?

He's dead, doctor.

Engineers, man your stations. Engine rooms, report.

Richelieu, at last.

Across the ocean wild and wide

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

- I keep wondering... - You keep wondering

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

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

Orbit plot shows we have about eight minutes left.

- Now? - Why not?

...the human Mr. Spock...

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

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

You sure the respirator is functioning properly?

Exactly where I was heading, sir.

Stand by to intermix.

Maybe a little nervous, I guess.

Security reports incidents among the crewmen are increasing.

The captain's not permitted...

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

- Take the helm. - Sir?

Of course, doctor.

Get him out of here.

You couldn't...

Mr. Sulu chasing crewmen...

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

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

I was ashamed of my Earth blood.

Please, not again

Understand, Jim...

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

I've relieved Mr. Scott of his duties.