Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If I had thought for one second before I hit that stupid vacuum,

Ah, man, Boims would have loved this mission.

-Not even Boimler would... -Shh. He's gone.

We don't need to be heroes today, people.

[distortion breaks up scream]

-in the factor of five, six, seven... -FIRST OFFICER: Captain,

I can't say this is how I pictured going out,

Since when do I micromanage?

Oh, how much can one guy collect?

I'd love to be in a string quartet.

Rerouting main power.

Clone me's staying on the Titan, so here I am.

Whoa! Did you get double promoted? Congrats!

what kind of dangerous items he might have been hoarding.

No, guys, grab a bone. Just swing on 'em.

[scoffs] I'm done listening to youse.

They went to different dimensions.

-Whoa! Whoa! -Rutherford!

Your hands are super soft and clean.

I love that when Riker was on the Enterprise,

More like suck-up at Tanagra.

Gah, this isn't gonna hold much longer!

I told you to keep your hands to yourself, Orion.

Can you believe that?

His collection pales in comparison to mine.

Play me a concerto.

A mission's only as important as you make it, Mariner.

FREEMAN: Captain's log, stardate 58001.2.

MARINER [disguising voice]: This way, mortals, or thou shalt be smited.

-I know you got, like, a shared history and stuff... -Oh, man, so much to tell you.