Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's the matter?
- My house. - It was too big, too many empty rooms.
- Got to draw its fire, give it a target. - How?
- Sorry, what? - The story.
Who...? Who are you...?
The Pandorica Opens.
Amy!
Does it ever bother you, Amy, that your life doesn't make any sense?
and then I was just here, a Roman soldier. A proper Roman.
Listen to me...!
Doctor, what is this?
Yes, there's burn marks on the grass outside,
Let somebody else try first.
and that's the theory.
- The Doctor gave it to me. - Show it to me.
stuff, a whole other life.
It's kind of fuzzy.
- Hi. - Welcome to Britain.
There's going to be a huge explosion in the future, on one particular day.
The oldest planet in the universe. There's a cliff of pure diamond
F-Forget it.
All reality is threatened.
All projections correlate. All evidence concurs.
But I will have. Doctor, I'm picking up fry particles everywhere.
Why bring it to me?
- So can you open it? - Easily. Anyone can break into a prison.
Right. Rory, I'm sorry, you're going to have to be very brave now.
Projections or...duplicates.
- The Doctor? - He's in trouble.
Doctor?
Around this planet, there are at least 10,000 starships.
Not cheap, Dr Song.
- Doctor... - Hush, Rory, thinking.
Doctor?!
But why would they lock up one of their own?
Terileptil. Slitheen. Chelonian. Nestene. Drahvin.
- like something else is controlling it. - You're flying it wrong.
Nothing. It's like...
It's a fairy tale, a legend. It can't be real.