Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Missile target will be reached in 11 minutes.
The thing about missiles, very literal.
That sound's getting nearer.
Well, if these are the engines, there must be a control room.
Thank you, Doctor.
You're very welcome to try.
And you, Amy?
I'm sure you've heard of me, too. No.
There they are. I know. I saw them before you.
Don't know. And hello, Pond.
You're really famous. Shh! Listen.
Riddell, listen, I've found...
I got them cheap, from a concession on Illyria Seven.
I feel like you're judging me.
Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off.
more like pre-crashing, on a spaceship.
Hostile targeting in progress.
Where are they now? None on board.
But you and Rory, you have lives, each other.
I'm riding a dinosaur.
I don't respond well to violence, Solomon.
And why is the ship coming back to Earth? It doesn't make sense.
# Daisy, Daisy #
It's fine. It's fine.
Seven months. You said you were popping out for some liquorice.
Not now you're here.
It's never done that.
It won't hurt from now on, though.
I don't have a Christmas list any more.
unusual.
This is the engine room.
I can't tell how far we have come.
Come on, Tricey!
You're going straight on the naughty step.
Do you want to find out?
Yes.
One with a very large weapon.
Your cosy little craft embedded in a vast, old ship.
They'll need reassuring after that weapon-bearing giant alien locust attack
Doctor, no! Geronimo!
In space! You get used to it.
Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live.
And whose ship? Well, there's so much to discover.