Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Do you understand? - Yes, sir.

To explore strange new worlds,

We can balance our engines into a controlled implosion.

DOESN'T SOUND LIKE THE MAN I KNOW.

- And one Irishman is worth 10,000... - You're relieved, Mr. Riley.

Set up those tapes, Mr. Spock. We'll see if the answers are there.

We don't belong.

I'll take you home again

- Hey, Joey, put the knife down, huh? - You're all steamed up, Joe.

a crewman with a phaser pistol in his hand.

Last week it was botany he was trying to get me interested in.

Micah we need more POWER(FLEX)

Space, the final frontier.

and start preparing more!

We may risk it someday, Mr. Spock.

You tell him, Joey. Explain to him.

...the men from Vulcan treat their women strangely.

Never lose you.

- That's not good enough. - We're doing everything possible.

- Mr. Spock? - Yes, sir.

I was on the bridge.

At least, people say that.

Have no fear, O'Riley's here.

This man should be getting stronger.

Even if we were under full-scale attack, I couldn't move any faster,

Sixteen minutes left, captain. We've stabilised, but spiralling down.

that you'll take a minute and a half more than we have left.

Our position: Orbiting Psi 2000,

Entering upper stratosphere, captain.

my engines can pull us out of anything.

no unusual elements present.

Direction, sir?

- Don't be a fool. - Let go, let go!

I CAN'T CHANGE THE LAWS OF PHYSICS.

His capacity for self-doubt has always been rather high.

WAS SCUM TRYING TO NUKE HIMSELF?

Then Riley, who fancies himself a descendant of Irish kings.

You know something...

It's never been done.

I'm trying to get to the bridge, and this crewman won't let me by.

He controls the main power panels.