Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Worf has him in Security.
She is an Admiral.
That is called a spoon.
to claim the son of a slain enemy.
to abandon their observation craft
It's just that...
Hey! Hey!
from Starfleet Command regarding the young human, sir.
into destroying one of their ships.
of a Starfleet Captain.
I feel if I stay still much longer, I will die.
make some connection with his roots.
of a young woman, his mother, presumably.
What is it?
I lost my son at the hands of humans
What was that?
then you would most likely let him.
to be returned to your custody.
I remember. There were no survivors.
No, sir. We have an open channel.
I find myself wondering what you look like.
I regret your stubbornness.
Proceed with the evacuation, Number One.
within its propulsion system.
Much will be lost.
I notice you haven't taken off your gloves.
She was all red.
Dr. Crusher and her assistants
Let's try this again.
We have moved into Sector 21947 in response to a distress call
Lieutenant Worf
Oh, it's not uncommon.
We're ready, Commander.
Well, now that's cleared up
l-I fail to understand why this is amusing.
We have radiation burns
Let's try it.
Are you going to return me to my Captain?
They won't back off.
By matching DNA gene types
He'll wait until I'm finished.
That particular guerrilla maneuver
It was war.
The Talarians employ a subspace proximity detonator.
all that I'd learned from him...
I have already reported our position