Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Here she comes.
What's going on, Daddy?
-what he needs. -What you want. You are it!
How could they?
Doctor, I am frightened.
So tired.
Nice try. But I know, okay?
- Are you thinking what I'm thinking? -Inevitably.
- Doctor. -Cybermats.
She's right.
Yeah, well, it wasn't luck.
Shuttle, we need evac.
Inoperable?
It's okay. It's easing off. Whoo! Okay.
We're in this together, Rory. And we've got to trust each other.
Bad Boy.
It doesn't have to be about revenge.
- I can't... -No, listen, hold on, hold on.
It's Adam's birthday.
- This will dissolve her. -And us, too.
Jimmy Wicks, you're a dad.
but she just, just slipped away.
John Smith.
- I'd like more proof that you're me. -Cybermats.
I'm sorry.
Oh, we've gone all medieval.
No!
Thank you, Buzzer.
Rory, there is no time. This factory's about to explode!
- I told you, remember? -But that wasn't...
Extra heavy. If we can get above it...
Don't be. Hold on. We're coming for you, I swear.
I have to stay, hold this door closed. Give you time to dematerialise.