Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And now, crew, I will render "Kathleen"...

Completely cold. It'll take 30 minutes to regenerate them.

- Sulu! - I'll protect you, fair maiden.

Continue to examine him on circuits K1 and 3.

He's frozen there like he didn't care.

Could what happened down there to those people

- Maybe 22, 23 minutes... - Scotty, we've got six.

There's too much data captain

But unknown to us,

Sulu, put that...

Self-defence, mayhem, shish kebab?

- Mr. Spock. - What is it, nurse?

- Status reports, all sections. - A fight in the aft wardroom.

Before its sun went dark, this planet was remarkably similar to yours.

Captain. At our present rate of descent,

We'd go up in the biggest explosion since...

or with my blood on your swords.

Hyperbolic course.

Joey, give me the knife.

You've got to hear me!

TUBBY WAS CONFUSED, SELF-TORTURED.

When the fields are fresh and green

We're holding them in the chamber for decontamination.

The Enterprise, spiralling down, out of control.

Scanners report sudden four-degree shift in planet magnetic field.

I'll call the formula in from the bridge.

Get out of the engine room. Where's Mr. Scott?

Mr. Scott, acknowledge!

At the rate you're proceeding, calculations show

Impulse engines also dead, sir.

Why do I deserve to live?

WHAT PUZZLES ME IS WHY HE DOESN'T SET NEW ACCOUNTS TO PRIVATE.

You keep wondering, and you keep signing on.

And a fully clothed man frozen to death in a shower.

- And now one more time! - At least try cutting him off!

I'm sorry, but there'll be no ice cream for you tonight.

Your attitude is all wrong.