Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Villagers!
Tyree, we must talk now. The villagers, their new weapons.
Do you think you can keep us out of their sight, Chekov?
Tomorrow, in the palm of her hands.
Yes, I'm aware of that, Mr. Scott.
YELLOW ALERT ALL STATIONS GO TO YELLOW ALERT
Kirk out.
From one of the lights in the sky.
The night of madness.
A Vulcan form of self-healing.
All right. All right, say I'm wrong. Say I'm drugged.
Notice what we've done to the striker.
Nona.
What am I doing here?
...of my soul...
Starfleet's orders about this planet state "no interference with..."
Then we arm our side with exactly that much more.
I think I'll... sleep.
Touch me again and this small box will kill you.
Scotty.
Coranalin.
That will be quite enough.
- and tranquil. - Ho! Take cover here!
He's James Kirk, he's a friend of Tyree's.
Yes. James.
And I have spells that help me keep you.
Enterprise, come in. McCoy! Emergency!
It brought up evil beasts from my soul.
Position, Mr. Scott?
- that recommended it. - I read it.
Will you let me help you, Mr. Spock?
Contact the ship.
I understand. We'll arrange a rendezvous schedule.
The Kahn-ut-tu is the local witch people here.
I feel dizzy.
You did a fine job, Bones.