Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Captain, I'm getting something on the distress channel.

Lieutenant, you are looking at the only Starfleet cadet

I, on the other hand, am in a position to grant nothing.

I need air! I need air!

Corina, you're still alive.

I'M NOT A DRAMA CRITIC.

You never have faced death.

Where's the override? The override?

What am I feeling?

- The prefix code? - That's all we've got.

Thank you, sir.

I see your point.

Bones… this is… charming.

ELON... I'M LAUGHING AT THE SUPERIOR INTELLECT

I shall avenge you…

It tasks me It tasks me and I shall have it

This is Seti Alpha Five!

high-velocity winds. Incapable of supporting life forms.

There can't be so much as a microbe, or the show's off.

Jim, did you give the order?

Taste them! I can’t!

extremely susceptible to suggestion.

- What about my performance? - I'm not a drama critic.

Aft torpedos fire

Par for the course.

Time is a luxury you don't have, Bryan

Time is a luxury you don’t have, Provider.

- Time's up, Admiral. - Here it comes.

Jim Kirk was many things, but he was never a Boy Scout.

We are now entering the Mutara Nebula.

THE DANGERS OF RE-OPENING OLD WOUNDS.

Sauce for the goose, Mr. Saavik.

I don't think these kids can steer.

Mr. Sulu, get us out of here. Best possible speed.

Need time to consider the lighting design?

Mr. Saavik, punch up the data charts of Reliant's command console.

- Identify for retina scan. - Kirk, Admiral James T.

We have escaped permanent exile on Ceti Alpha V.

I knew it! I knew it! All along, the military's wanted to get...

and I wanted him in mine,

All is well, sir.

Are you out of your Vulcan mind?

"A far better resting place I go to"

Reliant, come in, Reliant.

Aren't you dead yet?

Reliant is closing.

No! You'll flood the whole compartment.

- Engineering, damage report. - Main energizer hit, Captain.

Repeat, this is U.S.S. Reliant.

Suppose they went nowhere?

Ahead one-quarter impulse power.

Logic dictates we take a Carrack! - Meh!

BEST WE COULD DO IN TWO MINUTES.

Chekov, what's the matter with you? Chekov!

Theeeah she is!

Best speed to Regula I. Kirk out.

Regular expressions!!

Not anymore! Now we can do both at the same time.

across the Neutral Zone.

Khan, if it's me you want,

BONES, THIS IS.... CHARMING.

I've hurt you, and I wish to go on hurting you

And Reliant could be hiding behind that rock.

What we did in there, we did in a day.

Well, don't have kittens, Genesis is going to work.

I am understandably curious.

Bunnies on the bayou?! Oh no!

Happy Birthday. Surely the best of times.

I READ YOU, CAPTAIN. LET'S HAVE IT.

A no-win situation is a possibility every commander may face.

so I can only assume they've reached stage two by now.

- I can see you, but I can't hear. - Carol...

and when I swing around, I mean to deprive you of your life.

They waited until everyone was on leave to do this.

- Repeat, all hands abandon ship. - All right. Open her up.

Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan

all materials of Project Genesis will be transferred to this ship

Thanks a lot. No respect from my offspring.

- Chekov. - I'm sorry, Admiral.

into a dreadful weapon.

He followed me this far, he'll be back.

If memory serves, Regula I is a scientific research laboratory.

We've got to get out of here now. Damn.

- The chart's up, sir. - Admiral.

HAVE YOU EVER SEEN THE LIKE?

WHY ARE WE HERE?

he farted in our faces

Surely Trump Made His Meaning Plain.

In the Neutral Zone.

- The needs of the few. - Or the one.

Uhura, have Dr McCoy join us in my quarters.

You get a Nikon K31000 and you get a Nikon K31000 Everyone gets a Nikon K31000

- How far? - 12 hours, 43 minutes, present speed.

Imperative! This is the Kobayashi Maru, 19 periods out of Altair VI.

Torpedoes ready, sir.

What beams you into this neck of the woods?

Sir, our DMs have dropped!

We don't have a few minutes!

We are now entering Morgan Freeman's wormhole

Subject vessel is third class neutronic fuel carrier,

ELON... I'M LAUGHING AT THE SUPERIOR INTELLECT

Band Out of danger?

I never thought to see your face again.

As with all living things, each according to his gifts.

Maybe. What is it?

Galloping around the cosmos is a game for the young, Doctor.