Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is the Enterprise.
I'm sorry we couldn't save your ship.
At least we can pull them out of orbit before they enter the atmosphere.
Understandable.
Shields are shaky, but they're holding.
Then it's going to be difficult to accommodate you.
Ornara became technologically sophisticated.
but which the Ornarans cannot live without.
Ours, of course, differs.
I just hope it was the right one.
- when they beamed aboard. - There's no record of it.
Mm-hm. Yes, let's pay a call, get some answers.
If you want to repair them, you'll have to learn to do it yourselves.
Wesley, I hope you never do.
Please.
Of that, you can be sure.
Captain, our sensors are being severely affected by the sun flares.
Romas, are you and T'Jon carrying this plague?
And all of it based on a lie.
suitable replacements can be fabricated.
But we saved four.
There goes the other shoe.
We want to be reasonable.
No, don't thank me.
We've never been there.
SOBl: This measures the individual portions.
The matter is already decided.
T'JON: That's great.
Thank you.
The Brekkians show no sign of infection.
Hurry! We're running out of time.
I can't go on.
I don't care if it's your decision. Get us some.
Why? Because it offends against our sensibilities?
T'Jon, stand by to beam over.
With all this interference, it is difficult to copy your transmission.
Why? It belongs to us.
Langor, you expect too much from them.
as well as potential temporary loss of other systems.
Transporter Room, you're out of time.