Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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