Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We don't just breed the Ood, we make them better.
Do you want to?
- Uh, Doctor, Donna. Friends. -The circle must be broken.
Do you fancy getting off the beaten track?
A bit full, but the empire stretches out across three galaxies.
Hold on. Can you hear that?
Solana, go back to the reps.
right across the world, in 11 different time zones.
Oh, I... I've sort of got a song of my own, thanks.
Solana, when those buyers arrive, we're going to pitch like never before.
Can I ask, what's red eye, sir?
Like you'd know.
Nothing to worry about, ladies and gentlemen.
Born in Chiswick.
Yeah. What I mean is, are there any free Ood?
As red as sin, sir. Don't worry, Mr Halpen. We're on it.
Sontaran!
I'm sorry, but according to your own rules, sir,
- Help me! -Keep her here for now.
This is the Doctor. just what you need, a doctor.
There's no such company. The Noble Corporation doesn't exist.
I want to go home.
But it's not exactly a normal day, is it?
Is that why you travel around with a human at your side?
The Ood Sphere. I've been to this solar system before, yea rs ago.
I'm on your side.
Blimey, a real proper rocket!
March.
"Molta bene, bellissimo," says Donna.
all attributed to heart attacks or industrial accidents.
Oh? And why's that?
What is it with that Persil ball?
The Ood brain.
Just shoot them! Shoot to kill!
The army always need more grunts.