Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Of course you know that. Why?
WE'RE TRYING, MR. SPOCK. WE'RE TRYING VERY HARD.
I like yours too.
Evidently, through some miscalculation,
Three hundred years old and more.
Only one half intact.
One by one, they changed and got the disease.
No "blah, blah, blah!"
But how do they keep their line going?
I like you.
Don't you think I've heard them talk?
The way it was in the before time.
Earth-style distress signal. SOS.
We've got to find those communicators.
...there are certain glandular changes which take place
Look at my arm, Jahn. It's happening to me. He's telling the truth.
this "buttinsky" thing.
They were when "onlies" get old.
You couldn't get close to the other kids?
Somebody, please fix.
I think I've found it.
- Spock here. - Here are those figures you asked for.
Grups don't help.
Up in the sky, maybe. Somewhere.
I don't understand it. My phaser wasn't set to kill.
It's impossibly high, as if it's burning itself up.
...look at my legs.
Miri?
We're here to help.
We can't take any chances with further contamination.
They talk to each other all the time.
I've got volunteers standing by ready to help you, sir.
You've got to care.