Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Someone's established an artificial atmospheric shell,
- Where are you taking us? -Daleks do not answer human questions.
The end of the world, darling.
One second in the future. The phone call's pulling us through.
Doctor, it's me.
The picture is far bigger than you imagine.
Can anyone hear me?
The Daleks reign supreme.
Get him into the Tardis, quick. Move!
All different sizes.
Now, enough of words, let's begin.
It can't be.
Clom! Clom's gone! Who'd want Clom?
But it's night. It wasn't night. It was 8:00 in the morning!
Doctor, it's all right.
- When was that? -Strictly professional.
Don't do this to me.
The abomination is insane!
Where are you, Donna?
Oh, you know nothing of any human.
We are beyond the Doctor? reach.
- Dr Jones. -Exterminate! Exterminate!
You were my last hope.
But they haven't got coordinates or stabilisation!
Yeaaah
Planets have been taken out of time as well as space.
The Doctor's got my phone on the Tardis, but I can't get through.
I thought it was about time we all met given the current crisis.
Hello? Can you hear me?
I came back.
We are declaring war, Doctor.
That's why we need the Subwave. To bring us all together.
Excuse me, sorry.
Is anyone hurt?
Wait a minute. We boost the signal, that's it.
Bo-ko-do-zo-go-bo-fo-po-jo.
- ...and stay indoors. - Where are you, sweetheart?
It's been an honour.