Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't a holding cell.

If it's the door lock,

I won't go near that panel again.

drinking your own piss is good for you

And anyone foolish enough to listen to you.

♪ We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again ♪

Because kidnapping is an immoral assault.

I'm not playing any further. I'm quitting this game.

But what if it were to change?

or symptoms that you haven't told me about?

And now that you have had a taste of captivity,

We were merely curious. We meant no harm.

After all, such a change is hardly out of the ordinary.

They haven't hurt us, have they?

I'm sorry, Picard. I can't give you one.

My brainpower, perhaps.

I had been meditating privately

- We shall have to study it sometime. - Now, Mr. Worf.

You've shown none of the concern Captain Picard would

We wish only to return to our worlds.

Space, the final frontier.

We were brought here the same way you were.

How they're reacting to our sudden change in course.

For all we know,

But I wouldn't call it food.

and I'm considered among the brightest of my people.

But until we set aside our mutual fears and trust one another,

No. I can't think of anyone

I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

Cross-circuiting the door mechanism should be easy.

I'm neither important enough to hold for ransom

that our captors are Romulans,

The next move is his.

♪ Heart of oak are our ships ♪

Neither is asking us useless questions, Picard.

- What makes us special? - I couldn't say, captain.

♪ To find something new ♪

What is it? Why do you hold us?