Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't belong here.

Steady as she goes.

Nat Is there a vaccine for space madness?

My velocity gauge is off the scale.

Sulu, give me that.

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

HIS CAPACITY FOR SELF-NUKING HAS ALWAYS BEEN RATHER HIGH.

He's gotta get through that bulkhead.

Don't know if it's this planet or what happened with Joe...

That'll take four minutes.

Is there any way, anything you can do to snap him out of it?

Impulse power then. Blast us out of this orbit.

Have you noticed her, Mr. Spock?

Life-support systems had been turned off,

WHAT PUZZLES ME IS WHAT BROUGHT IT TO THE SURFACE WITH SO MUCH FORCE.

What are we doing out here in space? Good?

- Take it easy now, would you? - Now calm down.

The roses all have left your cheeks

- Report to Sickbay, Mr. Riley. - Sickbay?

The readings are perfectly normal for me, doctor. Thank you.

Steady as she goes

and you're gonna ask me if it's connected?

All duty personnel to the bridge. Acknowledge.

Course laid in, sir.

hidden personality traits being forced to the surface.

Why isn't Mr. Sulu at this station?

Hey, why don't you come down to the gym with me, Kevin, my lad?

If you wanted to chance odds of 10,000-1 maybe,

It passed through perspiration.

Yes, I found Mr. Spock! I'm talking to Mr. Spock!

Captain's log, stardate 1704.2.

Six people died down there.

Women should not look made up.

Get up to my office and pull the plans for this bulkhead.

Tell them, clear the corridors, the turbo lift.

Or at least none your tricorders could register.

He's turned the engines off.

Any guesses, Mr. Spock? Any idea what happened down there?

- Three and a half minutes left, captain. - I've got it.

- What is it? - Relative gravity increase, sir.

...l've spent a whole lifetime learning to hide my feelings.

You keep wondering, and you keep signing on.