Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rutherford, that is...
MARINER: What, both of them?
Look up here. Thank you. Okay.
General K'orin.
until they stumble across my distress call,
Uh, are you sure, sir?
The next part gets dicey. Keep him distracted.
I'm sorry, I skimmed almost most of it
I got to go blood-pee some blood wine,
-Are you tracking him? -Oh, well, I, uh...
FYI, in situations like that,
If we're not back to it by the next rotation,
What the hell are you saying to him?
-Where's the power cell, dude? -What, really?
and I'm like, "Mariner, we can't trust this guy.
we're kind of on a deadline, sohow about instead of fighting,
It's, uh, right... here!
COMPUTER: Ship destroyed.
I got to brush up on my formal Klingon greetings, okay?
K'orin. How do I know that name?
I just wanted to let you know
The shuttle! The shuttle! What the hell?!
I got time for you in spades.
And that... [grunts]
What is that? What are you doing?
-Oh... -Oh, no!
Ooh, yeah, I'm snippy.
[Mariner laughing]
-Oh, man, how much blood did you lose? -Ow. [sighs]
-Sure. When's the pulsar? -0800.
that I'm going to be exploringother opportunities on the ship.
Okay, snippy.
Are-are we even allowed to stuff him in something?
I don't have a lot of friends yet,
Yep, yep, all right.