Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I want freedom.
burst into flames.
Someone shouldn't be here.
Not for a Dalek.
This technology has been falling to Earth for centuries.
I don't know.
- What does that mean? - I am a soldier.
- Is that where the signal's coming from? - No. It's dead. The signal's alive.
What?
- We've got to leave! - Plus, he's a bit pretty.
- We don't know how they got in. - In-thru-da window.
I welcome death.
- I don't know. - Take me down there now.
- Do you have any alien weapons? - Yes, but the Dalek's between us and them.
- Can't you stop 'em closing? - I can't wait and I can't help you.
- Nobody knows this software better than me. - Sir...
When I was eight, I logged on to the US defence system.
So are you.
The last in the universe.
- Exterminate! - Let me out!
Hello.
Doctor?
- That's a bit of Slitheen. - That's a Slitheen's arm. It's been stuffed!
You would make a good Dalek.
I said I'd protect her. She was only here because of me, and you're sorry?
Rose is down there. I won't let that happen.
and label them.
Why are you doing this?
- It's years since I've worked so fast! - Having fun?
Blimey! You can smell the testosterone.
You can't do this. I am Henry Van Statten!
As are you.
The creature has shielded itself, but there's definite signs of life inside.
They must have spent a fortune.
The Vault is sealed.
Imagine if you could get out there - travel amongst the stars and see it for real.
Tell him to stand outside, then.
Where shall I get my orders now?
- But you survived, too. - Not by choice.
I wasn't...
Let me tell you something. Mankind goes into space to explore.
- Mr Van Statten owns the internet. - No one OWNS the internet.
Obey!
- It's perfect. - Obviously not.
What the hell are you here for?
Get out of the way!