Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I always worry about you.

It's been looking after humanity whilst it's been idle.

Tardis runs off on its own. That's a bit of a new one.

And I don't have the cool boots or a hat, even.

Just point me to the atom accelerator.

The music. It's working on him. Look.

Long enough for the Captain to have run out of grog.

If you go out on deck, she'll rise up and attack you.

He's drowning. He's drowning! You go in after him, you'll drown too.

The siren, she wants him. We have to release her.

What are you doing here?

- I can teach you how to save me. -Whoa, hold on.

One touch of her hand and you're a dead man!

Amy, you did it. You did it!

Why won't you let me near my husband?

- Yep. Ignore my last theory. -He has his good days and his bad days.

Well, this time it's not an illusion.

- McGrath! He's one of my men. - He's still breathing.

Saving your life. Okay with that, are you?

- Hey, hey, cuddle me, shipmate. -Rory, stop.

Well... I want to say multi-dimensional engineering,

Oh, and sorry I lied, by the way, when I said yours was bigger.

Space can be very lonely.

I didn't mean just tell him off. Thanks anyway.

I saw that look just now. "Ha ha. His ship is rubbish."

My ship automatically...noticed-ish

- It steers the thing. -No! Sort of. Yes.

You promised you'd come home.

Don't let her take you!

- The what? -The space we travel in.