Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Tremble at my power!

I still have a better shot at it than Mr. Falls-Out-of-His-Bunk.

[scoffs] Bathroom.

What are you doing? Get the hell off me!

eat a feast and save my boss.

Bet you couldn't throw me into that control console over there.

-[bone cracks] -[groans] - Ugh. Just?

This trip is just proving me right.

I'm just glad Ransom's finally taking my experience to heart.

into intercourse, think again.

he's been trying to get his danglies into a computer.

Oh, my God, Boimler, since the minute we crashed,

wherever we are.

Instead you can load the crates.

Uh, sorry. What now?

in my planetary exploration skills.

-[beeps] - There.

That would have been crazy.

Seeing you in your element finally makes me understand

I just deleted all my manipulative subroutines.

Andy, I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do.

-[whooshing] - Uh, what was that?

BOIMLER: Oh, no. We're in the gravity well.

He doesn't want to be a king.

on a dinky spaceship.

Anything that isn't stupid.

I will conquer this lab,

How about you stop mentioning food, and we'll be even, okay?

Well, this has been quite an adventure.

Ugh. I don't know why I keep

So, you're the muscle, huh?

RUTHERFORD: Aw, man, I'm not cut out for this.

-[sighs] -[door chirps]

You dare mock AGIMUS?!

FREEMAN: Lieutenant Billups, report to my ready room.

And, hey, I'm gonna do you a favor.

Ha. That's Starfleet. But you can handle that, right?

You get the door, I'll watch him.

Okay, actually, Data's head was in a cave.