Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Dicken, remember, people are good, in their bones, truly good.
Come in.
Why are they here?
No, I'm not and I haven't been all along.
It'll never hold her.
Your company's telling telling the world that the situation is over.
- Is it human? -Yeah, it's human.
This is the thermostatic chamber. We can stir the oxygen supply from here.
- You might as well call me Smith. -Smith?
Nice barrel, very comfy.
Why? No! And why?
Well, okay, after the Flesh scanned me, I had an accident with a puddle of acid.
I can grow.
Uh, the energy from the Tardis
I'm beginning to understand what he's been through,
Uh, what?
There's always some power floating around...
In fact, if you have a better plan, I'll take you to a planet
Human source recognised.
When she asks for you're opinion
I've got to go and get them out!
- Contractions? -She's going into labour.
- Why? -Why?
The Flesh is struggling to cope with our past regenerations. Hold on!
We're going to get out of here. We are, we're going to get out.
The Army will send a recon team out.
- No probs. -Yes.
Here it comes!
What are you talking about?
Rory and Amy, they may not trust both of us.
No, you are Flesh.
Doesn't seem like nothing.
Of all the humans in all the world, you had to pick the one with the clot.
Well, she got strong, Rory.
Dicken, drain the acid well in Crypt One.
It leads right out of the monastery, maybe even under the Tardis, Doctor.
No! Hey, you keep away. We can't trust you.
- Thus a new, genuine Doctor was created. -Ta-da!
We can't leave without Buzzer!
Daddy, what's that rumbly noise?
Because, Amy, I am and always will be the optimist.