Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They're all in a book in Amy's house, a children's picture book.
The kind I just put in your wine.
I need to find him.
Doesn't matter, the cracks are everywhere now.
- What happens today? - Us. The TARDIS can translate anything.
Daleks, Doctor.
A scenario was devised from the memories of your companion.
- Oh, shut up. - What?
- That's a Roman legion. - Well, yeah.
A good wizard tricked it.
How can you be here?
You taught me.
Doctor, this once, just this one time, please, you have to run.
- Vavoom! - Va-what?
You're not supposed to understand it, Prime Minister.
- You're surrounded. Have you got a plan? - Yes!
Doctor!
- River, what's happening?! - I don't know, it's the engines.
Faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals...
Yes, OK. OK, OK, OK. Dalek fleet.
No, pm.
- What was that? - OK, I need a proper look.
I can't believe I've never thought of this before, it's genius.
The universe is big. It's vast and complicated and ridiculous,
Because I...am...talking!
Come here!
It's about the Doctor, Ma'am.
OK, should be feeding back to you now. River, what's out there? Getting anything?
or reason with it.
But I don't know you, I've never seen you before in my life.
But Vincent's painting - the TARDIS was exploding, is that going to happen?
You died and then you were erased from time.
The TARDIS, where is it? Hurry up!
Now, word on the belt is, you're looking for time travel.