Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

How can you be standing there?
- My wife died. -Her husband died. Good match.
Reboot in three minutes.
I've got to get it upright.
Identify yourselves.
- I'm not going without her. -Oh, my God, we're going.
It's like Stephen Hawking meets the speaking clock.
Last night I had a dream.
I don't know. Staircase.
They're Cybermen.
You can seal the breach.
What for?
We would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek.
I've been through it, do you see?
- I'm supposed to go? -Yeah.
Online and locked.
There's still a Torchwood on this planet. It's open for business.
I did my duty.
Alone.
This is your fault. You and your Torchwood!
But then I met the Doctor.
Cybermen will remove sex and class and colour and creed.
So we sealed them inside the factories.
His increased adrenaline suggests that he has vital Dalek information.
Well, I can't think what the Daleks need with me.
From birth to death, locked inside a cold metal cage,
- Oh, don't leave me. -I've got to go. I'm sorry.
- How rich? -Very.
- We're calling this the Golden Age. -Who's the president now?
And all the things I've seen him do for me,
You propose an alliance?
Oh, now, hold on, wait a minute...
I don't know. Never seen it before.
Mickey, without us, they'd have opened it by force,
Five million Cybermen, easy.
Some people call it hell.
Oh, yes. Harmless is just the word. That's why I like it.
We will extract brainwaves.
You can't.
Mum.
Leave these two alone.
I will be upgraded to Cyberleader.