Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We missed the election. But it can't be...
What was his policy, what did he stand for?
Martha, reverse!
This country has been sick.
It's that sound, the sound in your head. What if I can help?
Now go on, off you go. Why not start by turning to the...right?
It's everywhere. Listen, listen, listen.
The drums are coming closer and closer.
- What's the Archangel Network? - I've got Archangel, everyone's got it.
What's he done, though? Sounds like it's sick.
So, Prime Minister, then?
Even the other networks, they're all carried by Archangel.
The First Contact Policy was decided by the Security Council in 1968
Stop him!
This is London, Valiant. This is London. What do we do?
It never, ever stops. Inside my head.
Come to the house. We can celebrate.
I rebuilt it, I changed it, and when I did that, I did it for you.
That sounds good, nice word, decimate.
Wait, wait, wait. Hold on.
You ugly fat-faced bunch of wet, snivelling traitors.
And on the continent of Wild Endeavour,
- Why do you say that? -The drumming.
What you got? Computer, laptop, anything.
- Mum! Oh, my God, you're there. -Course I'm here, sweetheart.
- They're called the Toclafane. -What?
I know! Memory lane!
Is the machine singing?
Le visage du client potentiel lorsqu'il visite une maison qui n'a pas été bien préparée
Well, sort of, but now,
Me.
You voted Saxon! You did this!
Well, not me. Not Harold Saxon.
Martha, can't talk now! We've just made First Contact, did you see?
He stood in front of the Untempered Schism,
It burnt.
The Master was always sort of hypnotic, but this is on a massive scale.
Excellent!
That's what it's like. Come on!
The lady doesn't like us.
I'm here.
People of the Earth.
- Does that thing work as a teleport? -Since you revamped it, yeah.