Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, not at all. Not me.
Unfortunately, he's stranded in Peru.
those ordinary people out there, those cattle.
The human female on board ship. It could only be the Doctor's work,
The Sontaran ship.
Like, if only we could communicate, you and I.
But it's all over the news, sir. It's everywhere.
Here we go! The old team back together! Well, the new team.
I feel like a kid in my dad's clothes.
For the glory of Sontar!
Castor 36, indeed!
Commander Skorr reports victory, with many glorious deaths.
Jodrell Bank's traced the signal, Doctor,
The spoils of war!
Reduced iris contraction,
Doctor, what number are you on?
No, no, no, I need to get the teleport working so that we can get to...
Ah, you and me, Martha Jones, just like old times.
The war between the Sontarans and the Rutans.
Stay where you are.
A general would be unwise to reveal his strategy to the opposing forces.
You're just sick.
You can't even see it.
Trust me, he can do it.
No matter. Increase the Atmos devices to maximum.
We've lost our target practice.
I've got to give them a choice.
Excuse me, I haven't finished. Where are you going?
What about this nuclear-launch thing?
As they say in Latin, dona nobis pacem.
Let me talk to the Sontarans.
Did he see you?
If I see one more gun...
They'll be getting ready for war.
Trap One, received. Over.
Get back.
Take aim!
You remember him, don't you? 'Cause you've got all her memories.
You might as well have worn a T-shirt saying "clone",
Hmm, somehow that's not making me happy.
You will face me, sir.
Its official designation is Castor 36.
Wonderful.
How?
Wicowsky, take the soldiers into the factory.
He's a genius.