Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They scooped out its heart, used it for fuel and now it's screaming!

Look, you've got to take me to below -200. Freeze it out of me.

- What was that? -I've got to go.

Collision alert. fifty eight seconds to fatal impact.

Doctor, we're stuck in an escape pod of the area-17 airlock.

- What? -You said the crew knew all the answers.

- Okay, hang on. What is this, pub quiz? -Yeah, pub quiz.

I know every detail of my crew's lives. There is nothing.

Collision alert. Collision alert.

No, listen to me. We have to talk about the Doctor.

Keep back, Martha!

Impact in 1:06.

Give back what they took.

What are you doing? Don't touch him. He's infected.

- You'll never get there on time. -Can't you override the doors?

I'm sorry about earlier. Over-emotional mad day.

Thanks for all you're doing, Mrs Jones. Mr Saxon will be very grateful.

- You know I love you, don't you? -Of course, I do.

Then why is this thing so interested in you?

Pretty efficiently, too. Someone knew what they were doing.

It's your fault. Now burn with me.

Just don't expect me to tell you who for.

Everybody listen to me. Something has infected Korwin.

They are getting too far. We must share the light.

failing at 10%.

Any time you want to unnerve me, feel free.

Any number that doesn't, isn't. A happy prime is a number

- Yes. Impact in 40:26.

- It's our lifeboat. -It's lava.

Our heat shields will pack in any minute and then we go into free fall.

These doors' trip code is the answer to a random question set by the crew.

Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?

Korwin, can you answer?

The crew's changed since we set the questions.

The prettier it looks, the more likely it is to kill you.

Just doing them now.