Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The nurse has given you something to ease the pain.
Tonal control. Consonants and vowels.
The devil with an asteroid! It won't get here for two months, Spock.
A mixture of Navajo, Mohican and Delaware, I believe.
But it's only the wind. The wind can't harm them.
Behold a god who bleeds.
That's probably how the planet has survived all these centuries.
In the time it has taken me to explain the problem,
We've got a job to do. Let's get back to the Enterprise.
Now, do I have to call the security guards to enforce it?
I'm the daughter of the chief. Tribal law betroths me to our leader.
Perhaps we have not improved as quickly as the Wise Ones wish.
Another calculated Vulcan risk, doctor.
I thought you no longer had the dreams,
Well, then, what's the use?
Our skies have darkened three times since the harvest,
I thought you were reporting to Sickbay.
Why are you not at the temple, Kirok?
I must have hit it accidentally when I contacted the ship.
Back in the 20th century,
They chose a medicine chief to keep the secret of the temple