Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's one survivor.
We're somewhere in the Garn Belt. There's an atmosphere.
- The Aplans, how did they die out? - Nobody knows.
- Can I speak to the Doctor, please? - Hello, Angels. What's your problem?
Any suggestions?
We can't get through up top, we'd be too close to the drives.
I'm sorry, sir. The Angels were very keen for you to know that.
The crash of the Byzantium wasn't an accident - it was a rescue mission
Yeah, well, it's a brilliant noise.
They've gone into warp drive. We're losing them!
- Yeah, and you're alive, did I mention? - Blimey, your teeth!
We know what the Angel looks like. Is that the Angel?
Amy, this isn't any old asteroid. It's the Delerium Archive,
Me.
Our mission is to get inside and neutralise it.
A hay-like needle of death in a haystack of, er, statues.
We know. They don't look like Angels.
Angelo, come and see this.
- Father Octavian? - Excuse me, sir.
You never show up in the right order, though. I need the spotter's guide.
Stabilises your metabolism against radiation, drive burn, anything.
Just tell me.
The hyperdrive would've split open on impact.
- What's your name? - Bob, sir.
Which means we won't be able to see them.
Scared keeps you fast.
Whoo!
Bob, Angelo, Christian, come in, please. Any of you, come in!
the final resting place of the headless monks, the biggest museum ever.
One, two, three, four...
Church had a point, if you think about it.
there is one thing you never, ever put in a trap.