Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So far, there's nothing unusual in his bloodstream.

Ship out of control, spiralling down towards planet Psi 2000.

I've set the jumpers up there. Stand by till I give you a signal.

I'll hold you to that half-second, Scotty.

Leave men and women stuck out on freezing planets until they die.

In a critical orbit, there's no time for surprise.

Raise antimatter 840 degrees.

- Captain. - What is it?

He's cut off the alert channels.

The only way to get that door open

Sorry, neither.

Attention: Engine room on standby alert.

Unless you people on the bridge start taking showers with your clothes on,

You either leave this bois bloodied

Don't tell me that again, science officer! It's a theory. It's possible.

Almost ready, sir.

It'll take at least two or three of them to get the engines up to power.

Its five-year mission:

Forcing us to spiral down to maintain the same distance from it.

It's beginning. Unusually rapid shifts.

Magnetic pull compensated for. Orbit steady.

Not Joe's kind. That kind of man doesn't give up.

I can't change the laws of physics

Stand by to close.

And now Sulu, who is at heart a swashbuckler out of your 18th century.

Take D'Artagnan here to Sickbay.

Sealed off, if we can minimise the spread of whatever this is.

Doc, will you let me out of here? I'm all right.

Where is Dr. McCoy?

Engine room, we need power!

- Present condition of Psi 2000? - Gravity pull increasing.

due to friction with planet atmosphere.

- I'll take you home again, Janeen - Spock!

You can't afford a safety factor.

Your pulse is 242.

I'll take you home again, Janeen

DOESN'T SOUND LIKE THE SCUM I KNOW.

- Mr. Spock? - All scanning stations manned,

- You better get some rest. - Yes, sir.

TUBBS WAS CONFUSED, SELF-TORTURED.

HIS CAPACITY FOR FAGOOS HAS ALWAYS BEEN RATHER LOW.

What's going on?