Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I will not permit that device to work either, captain.
- Join me, Carolyn? - All right, Scotty.
It resembles a conventional force field, but on unusual wavelengths.
and what has been written has come about.
Your fathers changed.
it is definitely not living tissue. It is energy.
Something like that.
There doesn't seem to be anything to push against.
- I still say it can get us killed. - Not all of us, Bones.
How? Let's assume that
Well?
The electric eel on Earth, the giant dry-worm of Antos IV.
- And you haven't yet. Readings? - Simple humanoid, captain.
- Take care of Scotty. - Are you all right, captain?
Waited for you to come and sit by my side.
Is there a structure of some sort near you?
But what I ask for, I insist upon.
Aye, aye, sir.
But none more beautiful than you.
You know nothing about our kind, you know only our remote ancestors
In spite of Apollo's bag of tricks, he comes up essentially normal
on some of these selected wavelengths and tying them in
Yes, sir, the whole planet.
A god cannot survive as a memory.
the gods took mortals to them to love, to care for.
- Response frequency, lieutenant. - Calculated. Channel open, sir.
Besides, you stiff-necked thistlehead, you could have gotten yourself killed.
If we don't accept his invitation,
All right.
I don't understand.
But there are some other things I must know.
I've never encountered a specimen like you before.
I know, Scotty. We'll wait.
I order you to stay.
I offer you more than your wildest dreams have ever imagined.
Pressure's gone, captain.
On the other hand, she's a woman. All woman.