Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is there life here?
MALE: Next.
No, no. No, no, no.
Like your tricorder.
Beats me.
Hadley, look, I need more dilithium, or I'm done.
There has been no one to do it.
[sobbing]
Commander Michael Burnham, Starfleet.
Oh!
You think you can just take it
'Cause I need dilithium,
She's a Queef.
I may have broken your nose earlier. I apologize.
One more to come home.
we need an acting communications chief
[indistinct announcement over P.A.]
[laughs]
Identify space-time location.
who can keep searching for my ship.
Go back to your own parts.
Stand up.
I have nowhere to go back to.
-What quadrant? -[shushes]
I am sorry.
I'm opening up whatever subspace channels still exist.
to manual altitude control!
Huh.
Ah. You're welcome.
[Burnham screaming]
by the laws of temporal mechanics,
you turned away a prime supplier?
True believers.
from the galactic equation entirely?
She is a Queef
[panting]
Good luck.
HELMET COMPUTER: Unable to comply.
It's not.
Do you think I'm compensating for something?
Serial number SC0064-0974SHN.
[panting]
and no one does,I can't fly quantum slipstream.
[laughing]: What?
Increase powerto reverse thrusters and switch
SAHIL: Our numbers are few.