Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'll make a Klingon of you yet.
Kirk is right about the people here.
A splendid custom, if not carried to extremes.
- No mention of us. - Good. Go to yellow alert.
Take this of my soul.
If I tell her we're going to supply guns,
Who hit you?
When the time comes, I'll be called.
Come, before we lose the darkness.
My problem: The captain is in deep shock.
- I'll show you the method. - I thought my people
Hold your breath and squeeze the trigger gently.
they are compassionate and gentle.
We must fight or die.
Those prints are several days old. They seldom stay around in one place.
Men, this is the pan. This is the hammer.
balance of power.
People's exhibit number two:
But if the Klingons are breaking the treaty...
Class-M in all respects. Quite Earth-like.
Do you wish me to save him?
Take me to him.
Quite simple.
I thought it was my idea.
On my way.
They hadn't progressed nearly that far.
Do not blame him.
Dr. M'Benga interned in a Vulcan ward.
That village furnace certainly didn't produce it.
Not good, sir.
- Yes. - I would like...
The Klingons changed that with the flintlocks.
What happened, captain?
Jim, that means you're condemning this whole planet
- call me immediately. - Yes, doctor.
I do not want it.
Tyree. My old friend.
It's a trap. The woman's tricked us.
Some find it soothing.
Many ways?
If their mission is a legitimate research interest
here's another morsel of agony for you.
I've come across some most interesting organic compounds.