Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

WAS BOOZHIE TRYING TO NUKE HIMSELF? – IT'S DOUBTFUL HE MEANT TO.
Joey, don't be a fool.
loosely about their shoulders.
Negative, until I can get a little further on these tests.
Check elapsed time, Mr. Sulu.
A few days, no braid on my shoulder.
We're all a bunch of hypocrites.
Like the planet reached out and yanked at us.
We've got to risk a full Power STart!
She takes.
...you have such lovely eyes.
Attention, crew. This is Captain Riley.
- Continue the alert, lieutenant. - I can't, sir.
Captain's log:
Security, Mr. Riley is headed for Sickbay. See to it he arrives.
Our controls are dead.
You're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine.
Too late.
Release him.
I know you don't...
Biopsy Lab.
You hide it, but you do have feeling.
If a man was supposed to fly, he'd have wings.
Compensate with the respirator.
Then I'll go see what the good doctor wants.
in gravity, mass, magnetic field.
Seal off all main sections. Stand by.
HIS CAPACITY FOR SELF-NUKE HAS ALWAYS BEEN RATHER HIGH.
Where's Joe?
- A light workout will take the edge off. - Hey, Sulu, what about..?
Oh, good. I'll need him conscious now.
I know he was a friend of yours. This must be a terrible shock.
Now that's what I like!
However, our record tapes may show us something.
The rest?
Wouldn't need life-support systems to keep him from freezing to death.
- Right, sir. - Engineer at his post?
I got to him in plenty of time. That man should still be alive.
And tears bedim your loving eyes
We may go up into the biggest ball of fire since the last sun exploded,
...backwards, sir.
Crewman, report to the lab.
Better look for yourself, Mr. Spock.
It's not ours, not ours.