Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

1970s cigarette machine in Starfleet bar
William's invite is just sitting there.
Everyone I actually like to socialize with is here.
He and his pointy-eared pal tried to party-crash
"Shield emitters equal sign
Vulcans! Vulcans! Vulcans!
and I'm, like, a year behind being friends with you.
You dare set foot on this station
- You stranded yourself. -[scoffs] What about on Axilus?
but really give them a piece of your mind.
that the old me was a better engineer.
[siren wailing]
Uh, can I get five more of these?
- Thanks, Tendi. - Let's never finish this one.
We can escape through the maintenance hatch.
Stop! It's fine. You are all great.
Captain Exley and his number one.
- right? - Fine.
[both panting]
You haven't even met him, but trust me, he's so annoying.
- You sure this isn't a Lore? - Meh, a couple might be Lores.
- Oh! Watch out! [grunts] Hot, hot, hot, hot. -[growls]
Ah, Captain Freeman. I guess this means
[chuckles]: Okona. How are you?
-[siren wailing] - MARINER: Cool, the aviary.