Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't know. And hello, Pond.
You're very welcome to try.
I'm sure you've heard of me, too. No.
I'm riding a dinosaur.
There they are. I know. I saw them before you.
# Daisy, Daisy #
unusual.
And why is the ship coming back to Earth? It doesn't make sense.
It won't hurt from now on, though.
Doctor, no! Geronimo!
Missile target will be reached in 11 minutes.
Seven months. You said you were popping out for some liquorice.
Thank you, Doctor.
Not now you're here.
In space! You get used to it.
I don't have a Christmas list any more.
Riddell, listen, I've found...
I feel like you're judging me.
I can't tell how far we have come.
But you and Rory, you have lives, each other.
They'll need reassuring after that weapon-bearing giant alien locust attack
And you, Amy?
Give her to me and I'll let the rest of you live.
One with a very large weapon.
You're going straight on the naughty step.
It's never done that.
more like pre-crashing, on a spaceship.
I don't respond well to violence, Solomon.
Hostile targeting in progress.
Yes.
Your cosy little craft embedded in a vast, old ship.
Come on, Tricey!
This is the engine room.
Well, if these are the engines, there must be a control room.
It's fine. It's fine.
Do you want to find out?
Where are they now? None on board.
And whose ship? Well, there's so much to discover.
The thing about missiles, very literal.
I got them cheap, from a concession on Illyria Seven.
Schubert kept tickling me to try and put me off.
That sound's getting nearer.
You're really famous. Shh! Listen.