Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I REMEMBER, JAHN, THE WAY IT WAS --
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
It's illogical. It does not follow.
But do you know what they were up to?
.
NO "DA DA DA!"!
Another Earth.
Is it not possible that these children here,
Readings indicate that natural deterioration has been taking place
Of course not. We're here, aren't we?
Glandular, post-pubescent. It could be.
of the human cell immeasurably.
- No. - Okay, then.
which apparently is an exact duplicate of the Earth.
No, you got the wrong game. A teacher, I told you.
Because if we don't talk to the ship...
"Intermediate experimentation report project on life...
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!
I know what we've gotta do.
...they'd be all alone.
Miri.
- Tell them, Jim. - "Tell them, Jim."
Miri.
We hid, then they were gone.
We can't wait for those communicators any longer.
- Like animals, only children. - Miri said all the adults died.
Oh, Jim.
Eternal childhood filled with play, no responsibilities.
Study, study, study! Or bonk, bonk, bad kid.
Who die when they enter adolescence.
What are you gonna do with me?
Just like it did with the grups.
Do you have a name too?
Beam down a bio-computer and a portable electronic microscope.
Burning and yelling, hurting people.
Do you know any buildings where the doctors used to work?
BLOOD ON YOUR HANDS.
The hurting, the killing...
- Anything? You? - No. Nothing.
- I only want to talk to you. - No, don't, don't hurt...
It's almost like a dream.
what's your name? mergim en vacances:
Or there won't be anything left at all.
I did. Why do you think I brought him here?
Look at the blood on my face. Now look at your hands.
I double dare you.
Mr. Spock.
We'll beam down. Alert security.
I'm not gonna hurt you.
Dead.