Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can feel.
Fall back!
Maybe we should consider abandoning this place.
Chunks of meteorite. Moondust. The mileometer from the Roswell spaceship.
Put these on. The last guy that touched it...
Not exactly talking, no.
It's like there's something inside, looking at me like...
Go Ahead, Doctor. Impress Me.
What do you think that is?
Like it knows me.
Blimey! It's a great big museum.
Two hearts. A binary vascular system. Oh, I am so gonna patent this!
Yeah, I saw - downloading the internet. What did you find?
Civilians. Let 'em through.
Genetically engineered by whom?
- My watch must be wrong. - Your history's not as good as you thought.
I was bred to receive orders.
Order me to die.
The entire Dalek race, wiped out in one second.
- We'd need a computer genius. - Good thing you've got me, then!
I think they're nutters.
It's not working!
We are the same.
So many ideas.
If you can't kill, then what are you good for, Dalek?
It's been on Earth for over 50 years, sold from one collection to another.
I am dying.
And?
It can't get out. That lock's got a billion combinations.
Rose did more than regenerate you.
I am contaminated.
Great big alien death machine...
- It's talking! - You are an enemy of the Daleks.