Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Mine is simple. But yours has the key.
As far as the instruments can make out...
I am a woman now.
Wavelength analysis, Mr. Chekov?
- Are they still there, Spock? - No change, captain.
It's too late for threats. You let me contact the ship.
I am only picking up physical impulses from the three of them.
Then it's a device. You do use tools.
You have a knack for giving me difficult choices.
Ghost stories, ogres, demons.
Don't we, my precious?
- Straight ahead, Mr. Spock? - The readings would so indicate.
- Trick-or-treat, captain? - Yes, Mr. Spock.
or some other obstruction.
Reading, mister.
For the same reasons you excite me.
- The universal myths, symbols. - Ghosts, witches, you mean?
Yes, we know who you are.
I'm not that green.
Sulu, do you know who I am?
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Your bravery was tested, and you did not frighten.
Cover them.
What we've just seen is not real.
...it was you who quite contrarily insisted upon coming.
...nightmare. - As if someone knew
- I did, sir, as soon as it happened. - Mr. DeSalle...
In the mythology of your race, this is called "sympathetic magic".
And that too, is a new sensation. I find it stimulating.
- You were using me. - Why not?
Look at me! I am a woman. I am all women!
It's some kind of a force field, sir.
For the moment, merely that you eat and enjoy yourselves.
All the crystalline forms you cherish above all things.
Korob seemed quite puzzled...
It's here, like words on a page!
...what appears to be a castle, and a black cat.
- Kirk to Enterprise. - Enterprise, Lieutenant Uhura here.
Bones. Spock.
Only the power-pack gave them reality.
Not when one of my men is dead because of it,