Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Go Ahead, Doctor. Impress Me.
Civilians. Let 'em through.
The entire Dalek race, wiped out in one second.
- It's talking! - You are an enemy of the Daleks.
Maybe we should consider abandoning this place.
Like it knows me.
Order me to die.
Genetically engineered by whom?
I was bred to receive orders.
We are the same.
Not exactly talking, no.
What do you think that is?
It's like there's something inside, looking at me like...
It can't get out. That lock's got a billion combinations.
And?
Fall back!
Yeah, I saw - downloading the internet. What did you find?
So many ideas.
Two hearts. A binary vascular system. Oh, I am so gonna patent this!
If you can't kill, then what are you good for, Dalek?
Great big alien death machine...
Put these on. The last guy that touched it...
It's been on Earth for over 50 years, sold from one collection to another.
Chunks of meteorite. Moondust. The mileometer from the Roswell spaceship.
Rose did more than regenerate you.
I can feel.
- My watch must be wrong. - Your history's not as good as you thought.
Blimey! It's a great big museum.
I am contaminated.
It's not working!
I am dying.
- We'd need a computer genius. - Good thing you've got me, then!
I think they're nutters.