Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Maybe I'll step outside, too.

We're happy alone!

for a communications officer to resent the word "frequency"...

to explore strange new worlds...

Thank you, sir.

I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE FUCKBUFFALO, MR. SPOCK.

Sit down and breathe deeply, please.

I'm guessing, but you do look a little lonely.

It killed four crewmen. Now Crater.

Enterprise, from Kirk.

Crewman Green is not in his quarters.

A very interesting hypothesis, Doctor.

there's only one person within a 100-mile circle.

There's a body down there-- Sturgeon.

They're prime Mexican reds. I handpicked them.

its protective coloring...

Three beaming up.

It's killing the Captain. Shoot it, Doctor, quickly!

Something odd, Captain.

Is that Nancy, Doctor?

The creature leading you a merry chase?

Bridge. Sulu. Trouble on deck nine, section two.

[ Ship's Whistle ]

at your beck and call.

Could it be Crater?

Would you stop by and look?

Need a night editor?

I can't. What we normally carry in our bodies is gone.

and you just... sit there.

Another error on my part.

Set your phaser on 1/4.

Suppose he's going space happy?

there's no reference to this symptom.

She's got some gray, Bones.

Oh, this is Captain Jim Kirk of the Enterprise.

If you love me, make him go away.

[ Speaking Swahili ]

Tell Jose he'll get his chili peppers when we get there.

You're as bad as Jim Kirk.

Both Nancy and Crater...

Supplies of salt...