Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Answers it very well. - Children who never age.
Dr. McCoy's bio-computer and a portable electronic microscope
means a death sentence.
Fibber! Fibber! Fibber! Fibber!
Three hours, 11 minutes left. Thank you, lieutenant.
Very pretty.
You know, I bet they'll be able to do it with one person less.
- But, captain, if you become too ill... - My orders still stand, lieutenant.
I presume my calculations are correct.
- And truant officers, I presume. - They'll be all right.
"What if they get sick? Who takes care of them?
The communicators, captain.
Data has been fed into the computers, Mr. Spock. Stand by.
We'll land in the vicinity of the distress signal now being received.
- You're not supposed to be here. - I know.
I don't think so.
She likes you, Jim.
And we've just wasted a minute.
McCoy injected himself Saves the day
- All right, Jim. - Thank you.
I'll just tell her one of you fell down and got hurt.
They're gone.
What's your name?
we have made an astonishing discovery:
Do you really?
.
which sent out the signals that drew us to this planet.
Children, captain. Lots of them.
Yes.
Are you certain about the time we have left?
I disregard these last entries. He said himself he was too sick,
Please.
We need them to talk to the ship.
I wouldn't examine that dream too closely, Yeoman.
Captain's log, stardate 2713.5:
Mass, 6 times 10-to-the-21 st-power tons.
- Listen to him. - You listen, Miri!
Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk! Bonk, bonk!
Of course, those are the early symptoms. There'll be more.
unless you let me help you.