Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You dare mock AGIMUS?!

I just deleted all my manipulative subroutines.

Oh, my God, Boimler, since the minute we crashed,

I still have a better shot at it than Mr. Falls-Out-of-His-Bunk.

RUTHERFORD: Aw, man, I'm not cut out for this.

Ugh. I don't know why I keep

-[sighs] -[door chirps]

How about you stop mentioning food, and we'll be even, okay?

-[bone cracks] -[groans] - Ugh. Just?

I'm just glad Ransom's finally taking my experience to heart.

Seeing you in your element finally makes me understand

What are you doing? Get the hell off me!

And, hey, I'm gonna do you a favor.

Andy, I'm so sorry. If there's anything I can do.

wherever we are.

into intercourse, think again.

I will conquer this lab,

BOIMLER: Oh, no. We're in the gravity well.

Well, this has been quite an adventure.

-[whooshing] - Uh, what was that?

He doesn't want to be a king.

-[beeps] - There.

eat a feast and save my boss.

That would have been crazy.

Anything that isn't stupid.

he's been trying to get his danglies into a computer.

FREEMAN: Lieutenant Billups, report to my ready room.

Tremble at my power!

Uh, sorry. What now?

Okay, actually, Data's head was in a cave.

in my planetary exploration skills.

[scoffs] Bathroom.

Instead you can load the crates.

So, you're the muscle, huh?

Bet you couldn't throw me into that control console over there.

Ha. That's Starfleet. But you can handle that, right?

on a dinky spaceship.

This trip is just proving me right.

You get the door, I'll watch him.