Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No matter. Increase the Atmos devices to maximum.
Jodrell Bank's traced the signal, Doctor,
Did he see you?
Here we go! The old team back together! Well, the new team.
If I see one more gun...
How?
Take aim!
Excuse me, I haven't finished. Where are you going?
For the glory of Sontar!
Trust me, he can do it.
Trap One, received. Over.
Its official designation is Castor 36.
Wicowsky, take the soldiers into the factory.
Commander Skorr reports victory, with many glorious deaths.
A general would be unwise to reveal his strategy to the opposing forces.
They'll be getting ready for war.
I feel like a kid in my dad's clothes.
Reduced iris contraction,
The war between the Sontarans and the Rutans.
You can't even see it.
I've got to give them a choice.
Wonderful.
The Sontaran ship.
Like, if only we could communicate, you and I.
No, not at all. Not me.
What about this nuclear-launch thing?
The human female on board ship. It could only be the Doctor's work,
We've lost our target practice.
But it's all over the news, sir. It's everywhere.
You're just sick.
Get back.
No, no, no, I need to get the teleport working so that we can get to...
those ordinary people out there, those cattle.
You remember him, don't you? 'Cause you've got all her memories.
Let me talk to the Sontarans.
You might as well have worn a T-shirt saying "clone",
Stay where you are.
Ah, you and me, Martha Jones, just like old times.
Unfortunately, he's stranded in Peru.
You will face me, sir.
Hmm, somehow that's not making me happy.
He's a genius.
As they say in Latin, dona nobis pacem.
Castor 36, indeed!
Doctor, what number are you on?
The spoils of war!