Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I feel I should know them.
Here.
No. Miramanee.
Mr. Chekov, resume heading 883, mark 41.
Spock, just press the right button.
I already have to some extent, captain. They are musical notes.
Beam us up, Mr. Scott.
In the meantime, what about Jim?
Prepare to beam us up, Mr. Scott.
Lock all phasers on that mark. Maximum intensity, narrow beam.
- Go back! - He's false!
Astronomical, captain.
Which has now become defective and is failing to operate.
Power dropping, sir.
Our minds are one.
But you are a god.
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
l... I'm Kirok!
and seeding them, so to speak, where they could live and grow.
If we are to divert the asteroid which is on a collision course with this planet,
the angle becomes so great that even the power of a starship...
right to the lodge.
He knows nothing about danger. How can he save us?
- It is time. - Time?
Well, you won't read them by killing yourself.
we referred to it as the Tahiti Syndrome.
I believe those symbols are the key.