Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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