Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I love you.
- Oh. Nice for some. -I've been promoted.
Not now, Captain.
At the end of the world, you came back to me.
Torchwood, this is Sarah Jane Smith.
Someone's trying to get in touch.
We're in the Tardis.
where emperors and Time Lords have failed.
Whoever's done this wants the human race alive.
Dalek saucer heading for the Bay. They've found us.
Quite literally.
Put it through. Let's hear it.
Martha Jones!
- Connecting you to Mr Smith. -All telephone networks combined.
He is coming.
- Oh, good luck! -Yeah, good luck, sweetheart.
- No . -Exterminate!
Then exterminate them at once!
just as Dalek Caan foretold.
Mr Smith now at 200%.
But he's dead.
He can link up with every telephone exchange on the Earth.
Tell me what are we going to do.
There was something on your back.
One second I was in Manhattan...
Exterminate!
But that's impossible! The entire war is time-locked!
I can't, Jack. I've got a job to do.
The entire planet!
Nowhere.
This message is of the utmost importance.
- So what do we do? -We've got to get help.
UNIT base...
Is that good or bad? Where are we?
Locations range far and wide.
I wish you'd stop giving that fanfare and just tell me what happened!
Good!
End of the stinking world.
- What was that? - Emergency systems online.
Where the hell have you been? Doctor, it's the Daleks!
Opening Subwave Network to maximum.
he chose his companions well.
Harriet Jones, former Prime Minister.
Martha, I'm telling you. Don't use Project Indigo. It's not safe!
Time Lords are the stuff of legend.
Donna, think, Earth. There must have been some sort of warning.
Earth has been subjugated.
Captain Jack Harkness, shame on you!