Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He'll give her a shot. It'll calm her down. Trust us.
The heat rays have gone, captain, and Mr. Sulu's back to normal.
ARE YOU OF THE BODY?
Captain's log, stardate 3157.4.
That is the prime directive, and you are the evil.
Do you ask a question?
I wanna have a plan of action.
- You're not of the Body! You're not! - Peace to you, friend.
I understand.
Come, please. Hurry.
I shouldn't depend on that happening again, captain.
from the surface of Beta III,
Tamar was my contact.
He saw the truth.
Happy communing.
What have you done
Captain's log, stardate 3158.7.
The evil must be destroyed.
I will rephrase.
And apparently commanding powers far beyond our comprehension.
I bare myself to the will of Landru!
Without creativity, there is no life.
Scotty, stand by. We're doing the best we can.
Whatever you may call yourselves, you are in fulfilment of prophecy.
Landru died 6000 years ago.
Until new orders are received.
Then I put it to you that you have disobeyed the prime directive.
Not simple.
Myself, Tamar, who's dead now,
Not ridiculous.
Lieutenant O'Neil. He's one of our men.
Space, the final frontier for Insead 01D!
and that we'll speak to him.
This whole society is a machine's concept of perfection.
It shall be done.
You'd make a splendid computer Mr Spock
- Is this truly Landru? - What's left of him,
There is no Landru, captain.
Peace, order and tranquillity are maintained.
I am Landrew…. And I am soft….
- Listen to me. - You will be absorbed.
You couldn't be.
It's all right. Quiet.
You are strange.
Here are your weapons.
his understanding, his soul, Mr. Spock.
Oh, does my head ache.
This underground.