Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Rutherford?!
Yup. Another class M for my planetary review log.
Will you stop it?
and make sure not to say anything rude,
He doesn't want to wrangle centipedes?
Wait. What explosion? The queen transported me here
Yeah, but this is different. We're talking about
You'll regret this!
because, you know, resonance.
It's not? That's impossible.
His implant is still transmitting.
[gasps] Rutherford, I... I can't.
while I get to wrangle giant centipedes.
I have rights!
On screen. Queen Paolana.
Yeah, right. No, we'll try that ship over there.
With this ship's materials,
REPLICATOR: Black licorice, dry.
You need to get outside your comfort zone.
It's always such a gamble.
[groaning]
He's a manipulative supercomputer
from kicking you to pieces.
I-I'm gonna go tell Billups he should use someone else.
Oh, Rutherford,
Pincers and poison mandibles.
To what do we owe this pleasure... again?
faster than I've ever seen.
to trick me into having sex.
Help! Starfleet! I'm under attack!
that I'll be a virgin for the rest of my life.
The queen is dead.
[Mariner pants, Boimler groans]
The primary fusion reactor.
[groans] Uh...
They've probably been degrading all over the fleet
This could be our ticket out of here.
I control this ship!