Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Landru is dead. You are a machine.
I tried the emergency bypass circuits, but they haven't been effective.
Near here, but radiating in all directions.
in the Hall of Audiences.
And the strangers are not of the Body.
It exists. It is healthy.
Pull out its plug, Mr Spock
We're going down, captain.
It is the word of Landru.
Captain's log, stardate 3156.2.
Help me!
- Marvellous. - What?
The good is all.
But, Hacom.
- You came for the Festival? - Yes.
The infection is strong.
Excellent, Scotty.
Affirmative.
In this building?
Dr. McCoy.
An underground?
The good must transcend the evil.
We're not going anywhere.
i don't know much about computers
You will be absorbed.
Happiness is to all of us blessed by Landru.
- Come. - No.
You have heard the word and disobeyed.
No! No, I was wrong! I submit.
Are you of the Body?
There are heat beams of some kind coming up from the planet's surface.
friendliest people in the universe.
Then you will die.
Back to a simple time.
- Security. - Captain.
Sit down.
Of course.
Festival!
We've just arrived.
You're holding my ship. I demand that you release it.
Good luck.
He may have programmed you,
no crime.
It's Landru's will.