Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you out of your Vulcan mind? Do you know how long I've worked..?
- Whose? - No data yet.
Do we not have the freedom of this ship?
Use a different approach. Stop being so diplomatic.
The antimatter pods are rigged to blow up the moment we go into warp drive.
Ambassador, there's an added complication.
Another thing you should understand, captain.
If you don't want the obligations that go along with the title, then give it up.
I want you to have this as a personal memento.
She won't respond fast enough on impulse.
if I let Captain Kirk pass through that door.
Will you tell Her Glory
Not without precedent, captain. Remember the...
Its five-year mission: To explore strange new worlds,
It's stabilised now.
- Here he comes again, sir. - Stay with the controls.
A message just came in from Starfleet Command.
Her Glory has not summoned you.
- I see. So we go back to Troyius. - Yes.
to seek out new life and new civilisations,
Captain, I'm picking up transmission from inside the Enterprise.
Did she cry? Did her tears touch you at any time?
What happened...
Only in self-defence.
I mean, what magic do they possess?
Help could not possibly arrive before the Enterprise would be destroyed.
BELAY THAT ORDER.
On my way. Battle stations.
Sulu, bring her to 143, mark 2. Keep our forward shields to him.
The Federation high commissioner is on his way to Troyius
Goodbye.
He had this. Looks like some sort of transmitter.
That's the first problem we're gonna work on. Then we'll get you ready
Chekov, photon torpedoes. Fire.
Well, it's not that people hate you.
Captain, number 4 shield just collapsed.
Test it in combat.
We'll stall for time, proceed on course and hope the Klingons can be bluffed,
He loved me and wanted to marry me.
We're only running on impulse engines now.
Phaser crews, stand by. Maintain Yellow Alert.
on Federation business.
Jim. May we please have a word with you?
None, captain. Insufficient data.
Captain, message coming in.
And still I don't understand why you didn't fight the Klingon.
It was Class-A security, and scrambled.
The necklace.
to attend the royal wedding.
The Dohlman? What the devil is a Dohlman?
Probably.
Mr. Scott.
- You're wasting your time, doctor. - It is my time to waste, ambassador.
- Try and protect the number 4 shield. - Aye, sir.
If you enjoy the privileges and prerogatives of being a Dohlman,
That's the only planet in this galaxy that could make that claim.
Aye. They could blow us up just as effectively as...
or at least tolerate, their arrogance.