Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Got anything for a sore head?

Now we need to move.

No, but the far one does.

I don't want my world populated by monsters.

- You too, Cleaves, off you pop. -I'm staying here.

When they destroy us, the eyes are the last things to melt.

- How are we going to find them? -Think about it.

- What? -I'm the original Doctor, Amy.

Ha! But it'll get rid of your blood clot.

You gave them your lives. Human lives are amazing.

- It gets horribly embarrassing. -Potentially confusing.

One of my old Gangers.

Well, you did once plumb your brain into the core of an entire planet

Jennifer and Rory must've shut off the underground cooling vents.

Happy birthday, bud.

What I said about you being almost the Doctor, it's just...

And then they are destroyed and they feel death.

I bet you lot have got a computer map, haven't you?

So, one of you is human.

- But this one we're not invited to. -Pardon?

Why should we suffer for the sake of human beings?

Copy that, St John's. Shuttle's dispatched. Hang on.

Oh! She does like to make an entrance!

Cleaves, Cleaves, it's dead! It's dead. We need to get out of here.

I think the world should see that.

- A what? -Chokey gas.

I'm sorry, too, Miranda.

Very important, Pond, breathe.

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

They could be anywhere.

Now, boys, I don't know much, but I know my own minds.

- Cleaves? Cleaves, sit down. -I'm fine.

Hey, there's a camera up. We've got a visual.

I might have seen that happen.

just to hold its orbit and win a bet.

We can reach out.

And she has this habit of sliding walls open and staring at me.