Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Look, can you keep this beast level?
I would've gotten here sooner, but Crewman Moody...
And now, attention, cooks. This is your captain speaking.
Would you?
Space still contains infinite unknowns.
- Well... - He died, didn't he?
- You feeling all right? - Get off me.
Rate of compaction seems constant.
Pretty lady.
I've watched them fade away and die
Mr. Spock.
- Captain here. - Spock and Tormolen aboard, sir.
Orbit steady now, sir.
We'll be warping out of orbit within a half-second of getting your command.
- The other four are back there. - Dead?
I can't change the laws of physics.
We're polluting it, destroying it.
Scotty.
- Scotty. - I can't change the laws of physics.
Oh, I love you.
- You rang, sir? - Who's this?
It doesn't matter. The way we came.
- What are you doing, Joe? - Hey, Joey, put the knife down.
Go to alert Baker Two. Seal off main sections.
A change in mass also, sir.
- He keeps switching channels on me. - See if you can help Dr. McCoy.
- Warp us out of here. - No response from engines, sir.
Time warp.
You keep wondering, and you keep signing on.
- Tell McCoy I'll be there when I can. - Yes, sir.
Now I know why...
An Earth woman, living on a planet where love,
Covidiots
I'll take you home again, Kathleen
You know what Joe's mistake was?
- Relative gravity increasing, sir. - Compensate, Mr. Riley.
- Kirk. Affirmative. - All station personnel are dead.
If he was supposed to be out in space, he wouldn't need air to breathe.
Destroying and watching...
Call me when you've cut through. I'll wanna be there. Kirk out.
Thanks, Obama. Now that's what I like!
Harrison, where's my report?
if man was meant to be out here.
- That's a supposition, not a fact. - Well, that may be. It may be.
Planet continuing to shrink in mass.