Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mr. Sulu, begin a standard search pattern.
Very good. Have the Transporter Room stand by.
No man may touch the wife of a Teer.
This is the USS Enterprise calling unidentified Klingon vessel. Come in.
That was our agreement.
That too, may change, Klingon.
Aye, sir.
We don't actually understand it ourselves, Mr. Scott.
Mr. Scott. Another distress call from the USS Carolina.
To live is always desirable.
There is nothing to concern you there.
A small scout ship, captain.
- Sub-light, one half. - Reversing to sub-light. One half.
They believe that only the strong should survive.
There. Arm under, that's it. See how easy?
How did you arrange to touch her, Bones? Give her a happy pill?
Is that what I heard you say in the Briefing Room, Doctor?
It is as I told you, Maab.
In addition to this, an assortment of swords and knives.
I will die in my own tent.
Communicators. Weapons.
USS Enterprise calling Klingon vessel. Acknowledge, please.
He was young...
Well, if you don't think we can, maybe we shouldn't try.
Over here, captain.
A young wife,
Scotty, the captain...
"Oochy-woochy-kootchy-coo," captain?
We must have help! Enterprise, acknowledge.
"Our" child?
The cavalry doesn't come over the hill in the nick of time any more.
Fortunately this bark has suitable tensile cohesion.