Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That's why we need the Subwave. To bring us all together.
All different sizes.
Get him into the Tardis, quick. Move!
Wait a minute. We boost the signal, that's it.
Bo-ko-do-zo-go-bo-fo-po-jo.
But it's night. It wasn't night. It was 8:00 in the morning!
- When was that? -Strictly professional.
It can't be.
Yeaaah
Where are you, Donna?
Now, enough of words, let's begin.
We are declaring war, Doctor.
It's been an honour.
Planets have been taken out of time as well as space.
You were my last hope.
- Dr Jones. -Exterminate! Exterminate!
Hello? Can you hear me?
Don't do this to me.
Someone's established an artificial atmospheric shell,
Excuse me, sorry.
Oh, you know nothing of any human.
Doctor, it's all right.
- ...and stay indoors. - Where are you, sweetheart?
The picture is far bigger than you imagine.
The end of the world, darling.
Can anyone hear me?
Is anyone hurt?
Clom! Clom's gone! Who'd want Clom?
I came back.
We are beyond the Doctor? reach.
The abomination is insane!
Doctor, it's me.
The Doctor's got my phone on the Tardis, but I can't get through.
The Daleks reign supreme.
One second in the future. The phone call's pulling us through.
- Where are you taking us? -Daleks do not answer human questions.
I thought it was about time we all met given the current crisis.
But they haven't got coordinates or stabilisation!