Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It blasts out mind-control pollen.

Later, loser. [laughing]

Stop trapping people inside of games!

Want to come clean about that?

I-I just remembered how we got the implant.

You served on the Victory?

Let's put some space between us and that cruiser.

Aw, did I step on your little sales pitch?

Because of stupid Starfleet.

Oh, please. Why do you even need uniforms?

I'm not a reflection.

Punch it, baby, punch it.

Hmm, complain the whole time and make it twice as miserable.

- 17 times, mother[bleep]! - RANSOM: Boimler?

[yawns] Thanks, Tendi.

all our memories combined?

RANSOM: I meant what I said, Ensign.

anything you could imagine. You know that, right?

What is this place anyway?

- Hey, Rutherford. What's up? - No, no. Don't talk to her.

Take it slow, Ensign.

So there's someone out there who blew you up?

the Federation consulate's power systems,

they're strange, and they need seeking out.

Um, hey, do you like engineering?

We've been on four dates

Oh, come on, man.

COMPUTER: Ensign Samanthan Rutherford.

Are... are you...

But you-- all that rage is gone.

- [laughs] It's at 0900, silly. - Of course.

with my own warp-capable starship?

but it didn't work.

But thanks for keeping me from losing my cool today.