Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thirty seconds to launch.
What's going on there?
I had him, and something yanked him away.
All boards report status.
Hold it! Don't move! You've done enough already!
Without facts, the decision cannot be made logically.
Set malfunction on United States rocket.
If we ourselves do anything that changes history...
- Maybe I'd better call the police, huh? - Sit down.
- frighten them out of this arms race... - Captain,
Rocket passing 20-mile arc and accelerating.
You.
would be to take human beings to their world,
- Give me the phone. - Get your hands off me, you big jerk!
- The location of that planet? - They wish their existence kept secret.
Small mole on left shoulder,
What do you think you're doing, big jerk? What's the big idea?
What if it turns out you're an invading alien from the future?
Auxiliary transmitters check out, Flight Control.
Mr. Spock, historical report.
Security alert. All decks alert. Prisoner has escaped. All decks alert.
Attention. Clear launchpad.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Detonation: 104 miles.
Locked in. Proceed 1-9-5 degrees true.
- McCoy here. - Bones, hurry up with that report.
There it is.
We have analyzed the direction of his beam, sir.
I'm sorry. I just touched that button right there, and then "pow."
Even if we talk, they wouldn't believe us.
201, code responses are not necessary.
Hello?
I was beaming up Mr. Seven and something yanked him away from me.
Open up in there! Police!
Give me the readings, fast.
Yeah, Security?
And yet, suppose he is.
Override.
Yes, I heard him, Isis.