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Riley seemed rather pleased with himself, as if he were...

- I keep wondering... - You keep wondering

The engines were shut off. No time to regenerate them. Do you hear me?

Engineers, man your stations. Engine rooms, report.

What were their symptoms?

I've relieved Mr. Scott of his duties.

Of course, doctor.

- You practise. - For what?

- Take the helm. - Sir?

Stand by to intermix.

I was ashamed of my Earth blood.

Mr. Sulu chasing crewmen...

Exactly where I was heading, sir.

Get him out of here.

Orbit plot shows we have about eight minutes left.

You couldn't...

- Where have you been? I've been... - My mother...

Only reason he died, Jim, is he didn't wanna live. He gave up.

Maybe a little nervous, I guess.

Understand, Jim...

He's dead, doctor.

Please, not again

- Clear that too, will you? - Yes, sir.

...it's called "she."

The captain's not permitted...

You sure the respirator is functioning properly?

He'd used the computer room as if it were an amusement gallery.

...the human Mr. Spock...

We've got to risk implosion. It's our only chance.

- Now? - Why not?

Across the ocean wild and wide

Security reports incidents among the crewmen are increasing.

On this planet, water's changed to a complex chain of molecules.

I was supposed to be collecting leaves, plant specimens...

Richelieu, at last.