Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I didn't mean just tell him off. Thanks anyway.

Space can be very lonely.

And I don't have the cool boots or a hat, even.

The music. It's working on him. Look.

Amy, you did it. You did it!

Just point me to the atom accelerator.

- Hey, hey, cuddle me, shipmate. -Rory, stop.

Oh, and sorry I lied, by the way, when I said yours was bigger.

- The what? -The space we travel in.

Well... I want to say multi-dimensional engineering,

Don't let her take you!

My ship automatically...noticed-ish

- It steers the thing. -No! Sort of. Yes.

Saving your life. Okay with that, are you?

It's been looking after humanity whilst it's been idle.

- I can teach you how to save me. -Whoa, hold on.

- McGrath! He's one of my men. - He's still breathing.

If you go out on deck, she'll rise up and attack you.

What are you doing here?

Tardis runs off on its own. That's a bit of a new one.

- Yep. Ignore my last theory. -He has his good days and his bad days.

I always worry about you.

Why won't you let me near my husband?

You promised you'd come home.

I saw that look just now. "Ha ha. His ship is rubbish."

He's drowning. He's drowning! You go in after him, you'll drown too.

Well, this time it's not an illusion.

Long enough for the Captain to have run out of grog.

One touch of her hand and you're a dead man!

The siren, she wants him. We have to release her.