Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

In space! You get used to it.

It's fine. It's fine.

There they are. I know. I saw them before you.

They'll need reassuring after that weapon-bearing giant alien locust attack

Come on, Tricey!

Riddell, listen, I've found...

You're really famous. Shh! Listen.

Don't know. And hello, Pond.

Thank you, Doctor.

Do you want to find out?

You're going straight on the naughty step.

Where are they now? None on board.

Your cosy little craft embedded in a vast, old ship.

Well, if these are the engines, there must be a control room.

I got them cheap, from a concession on Illyria Seven.

And why is the ship coming back to Earth? It doesn't make sense.

Doctor, no! Geronimo!

One with a very large weapon.

I can't tell how far we have come.

This is the engine room.

It won't hurt from now on, though.

I feel like you're judging me.

Missile target will be reached in 11 minutes.

Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off.

I don't respond well to violence, Solomon.

And whose ship? Well, there's so much to discover.

Hostile targeting in progress.

# Daisy, Daisy #

I'm riding a dinosaur.

But you and Rory, you have lives, each other.

It's never done that.

That sound's getting nearer.

You're very welcome to try.

Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live.

more like pre-crashing, on a spaceship.

I'm sure you've heard of me, too. No.

Seven months. You said you were popping out for some liquorice.

I don't have a Christmas list any more.

The thing about missiles, very literal.

Not now you're here.