Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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