Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm sorry, too, Miranda.

- But this one we're not invited to. -Pardon?

Cleaves, Cleaves, it's dead! It's dead. We need to get out of here.

Oh! She does like to make an entrance!

Now we need to move.

- Cleaves? Cleaves, sit down. -I'm fine.

Got anything for a sore head?

And she has this habit of sliding walls open and staring at me.

What I said about you being almost the Doctor, it's just...

Why should we suffer for the sake of human beings?

Well, you did once plumb your brain into the core of an entire planet

Hello, I'm the Doctor.

- What? -I'm the original Doctor, Amy.

I might have seen that happen.

Happy birthday, bud.

Very important, Pond, breathe.

just to hold its orbit and win a bet.

You gave them your lives. Human lives are amazing.

And then they are destroyed and they feel death.

- You too, Cleaves, off you pop. -I'm staying here.

- A what? -Chokey gas.

- How are we going to find them? -Think about it.

No, but the far one does.

I think the world should see that.

I don't want my world populated by monsters.

Copy that, St John's. Shuttle's dispatched. Hang on.

So, one of you is human.

Hey, there's a camera up. We've got a visual.

- It gets horribly embarrassing. -Potentially confusing.

Jennifer and Rory must've shut off the underground cooling vents.

They could be anywhere.

Now, boys, I don't know much, but I know my own minds.

I bet you lot have got a computer map, haven't you?

One of my old Gangers.

When they destroy us, the eyes are the last things to melt.

Ha! But it'll get rid of your blood clot.

We can reach out.