Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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