Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You keep wondering, and you keep signing on.

Self-defence, mayhem, shish kebab?

- Mr. Spock. - What is it, nurse?

Before its sun went dark, this planet was remarkably similar to yours.

The Enterprise, spiralling down, out of control.

At the rate you're proceeding, calculations show

- Maybe 22, 23 minutes... - Scotty, we've got six.

Sulu, put that...

Your attitude is all wrong.

or with my blood on your swords.

There's too much data captain

Get out of the engine room. Where's Mr. Scott?

Why do I deserve to live?

Impulse engines also dead, sir.

- Status reports, all sections. - A fight in the aft wardroom.

Hyperbolic course.

When the fields are fresh and green

And a fully clothed man frozen to death in a shower.

And now, crew, I will render "Kathleen"...

Mr. Scott, acknowledge!

I'm sorry, but there'll be no ice cream for you tonight.

Captain. At our present rate of descent,

Could what happened down there to those people

We'd go up in the biggest explosion since...

Continue to examine him on circuits K1 and 3.

WHAT PUZZLES ME IS WHY HE DOESN'T SET NEW ACCOUNTS TO PRIVATE.

Scanners report sudden four-degree shift in planet magnetic field.

Joey, give me the knife.

TUBBY WAS CONFUSED, SELF-TORTURED.

Completely cold. It'll take 30 minutes to regenerate them.

He's frozen there like he didn't care.

I'll call the formula in from the bridge.

But unknown to us,

We're holding them in the chamber for decontamination.

- And now one more time! - At least try cutting him off!

- Sulu! - I'll protect you, fair maiden.

You've got to hear me!