Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Take care of Miramanee.
Wait.
There's the false one!
- James Kirk. - Miramanee!
These last few weeks,
We might not be able to save anything, including this ship.
Each time your arms hold me is as joyous as the first.
Die as we all do!
I feel my place is with them.
I have found paradise.
Do you still question?
- Coordinates, Mr. Chekov. - Tau 8.7, Beta 0.041.
Naturally, since he did not come from there.
Time, Dr. McCoy, is the one thing we do not have in abundance.
Kill me. Kill me, Kirok.
My bairns. My poor bairns.
Miramanee.
for a period which exceeds the recommended safety margin.
Well, your Vulcan metabolism is so low it can hardly be measured
we can cook twice as much food and, as you taught us, pre...
Report noted.
Not enough, Mr. Spock. It's only 0.0013 degrees.
My buns. My poor buns.
Kirk out.
If it weren't for the dreams, my mind would be completely at peace.
Not here.
A gift?
we'll have barely four hours to effect rescue.
Mr. Spock, is it possible
Phaser 1 firing.
the kind usually found in cultures surpassing or equalling our own.
It's just so peaceful. Uncomplicated.
Kirok! Kirok!
Degree of deflection, Mr. Sulu.
Highly improbable, captain.
And don't ask for any more warp 9 speeds, Mr. Spock.