Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

Why should we suffer for the sake of human beings?

So, one of you is human.

Oh! She does like to make an entrance!

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

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

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

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

You gave them your lives. Human lives are amazing.

They could be anywhere.

I don't want my world populated by monsters.

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

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

- It gets horribly embarrassing. -Potentially confusing.

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

I might have seen that happen.

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

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

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

No, but the far one does.

And then they are destroyed and they feel death.

Very important, Pond, breathe.

just to hold its orbit and win a bet.

Got anything for a sore head?

We can reach out.

Happy birthday, bud.

I'm sorry, too, Miranda.

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

I think the world should see that.

Now we need to move.

- A what? -Chokey gas.

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

One of my old Gangers.

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