Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But my next decision, major. Probe on ahead or turn back?

I've no time for you, your theories, your quaint philosophies.

Our speed is down to 0.64 of light.

Point-five-oh, sir.

- The men are tired. - Captain's quarters.

Not visual yet.

And I'd get a better officer in return.

And if you're asking the logical decision to make...

Helmsman, engineering decks could have been faster too.

Three days of this now, sir.

I trust it has pleased your curiosity.

If you've examined our ship and its tapes,

He's sneaked power down a bit.

Logically, we'll discover the intelligence which sent out the cube.

I wanted to Wish you a Happy Birthday…

What's its mass, Mr. Spock?

plot us a spiral course away from the cube.

Engage, Mr. Sulu. Quarter speed.

There must be something to do.

We're being towed, sir.

Me, sir. I'd like to volunteer.

I regret not having learned more about this Balok.

Balok's message, it was heard all over the ship.

commander of the flagship Fesarius of the First Federation.

However, it was well played.

Helmsman to engine room. Stand by.

Radiation passing the tolerance level, entering lethal zone.

But lives nevertheless. Captain out.

- "They're not machines, Jim?" - Well, they're not.

His engines are out.

All engines, full stop.