Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You know what to do!
Ladies and gentlemen, we are at war.
I gave myself to them.
anyone and everyone who can help to contact the Doctor.
End of the line.
Three, two, one!
-using all the power of the rift... -And we've got Mr Smith.
I'm transferring the Subwave Network to Torchwood.
90 years old.
I'm regenerating.
I'm sorry, it's too late.
Not me.
Give me a cigarette. Right now. Confirm all stations still online.
Just, "The darkness is coming."
Is it the rift? Gwen, Ianto, you okay?
Was it some sort of earthquake or...
Erm, no. I don't think so. No.
Emergency temporal shift took him back into the Time War itself
Rose.
Lost, lost, lost, lost. Oh! The lost moon of Poosh!
The planets didn't come to us, we came to them.
- Phone! -Phone!
Was anything happening back in your day,
- Yeah, it's funny, though. -Gwen, come and see.
That's Martha. And who's he?
Dad, come and see.
Find me, Doctor.
I can't speak to her then, can I?
A little bit bigger than South Wales.
Grid power activated.
Come on, Doctor!
So far there has been no explanation of the 26 planets
There's another signal coming through. There's someone else out there.
Geneva is calling a Code Red.
We haven't much time.
Lift the central panel, there's a string of numbers that keep changing.
Exterminate! Exterminate!
Dr Jones, if you're not too busy...
Brilliant! Who's the kid?
That's my son.
- Dad... -Look, you get back inside, Sylvia.
The children of time are moving against us.
Belong in the myths and whispers of the higher species.
Supreme Dalek on the bridge.
Not a trace.
No, she wouldn't let me. She said they're naughty.
You're Donna Noble's family, right?
Callufrax Minor. jahoo. Shallacatop. Woman Wept.