Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but I live to serve the captain.

I mean get the captain to the biobed, quick, quick!

-Aah! What the hell was that?! -We're being fired upon.

Oh, my gosh. Yes, I am! And I'm so happy you're here!

But we'll be sitting ducks.

So, hey, um, do you want me to call you "Exocomp,"

[sighs] I can't even begin to imagine

Mm, sort of stuck between a rock

Yo, yo, Mariner!

Computer, disable safety protocols.

-Go to warp. Get us out of here!-No! Shut down engines.

Yeah. That's for personal use.

keep us out of trouble with your mom--

Someone who can travel with the program safely stored

of recommendation which would save you so much time

Oh! Will they sense that, too? I can make that work for me.

[groans] Boimler, you're so promotable,

[metal creaking]

But... sexy mode? Mmm.

Stop praying to a computer!

You, on the other hand...

TROI: Oh, the jazz.

Dude, there is no more red hour, okay?

You think your mom would be okay

because Starfleet has a policy of someintervention.

Red alert! A Pakled party, and I wasn't invited?

We have to get to the armory!

RANSOM: Ensign Boimler? Do you read?

I don't know. A lot.

are back on line, get us the hell out of here.

You know, since we're even? Remember?

We're talking about this later.

Ah, Peanut Hamper is such an innocent little robot.

[singsongy]: But someone has to take it to the ship.

You were sort of my cha'DIch.

Stands for "those old scientists"-- you know, Spock,