Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Our inspectors have searched the sky above our heads.
.
but not for long.
Yeah?
Ah!
Thank you.
No.
We are facing extinction unless we strike first!
The crisis has passed!
I'm fine.
Don't you think we should run?
Now we can end this hunt with a slaughter.
But we're sealed off. How did you get a signal?
Harriet Jones, MP, Flydale North.
And if Jim comes round again, I'll say no.
We don't need it. All we need is an ordinary missile.
(ALIEN SCREECHES)
Gherkins!
Oh, my God. Are you all right?
-Good sense of smell. -Narrows it down.
You should be given knighthoods.
Hurtle right across the sky and end up anywhere.
Then what are you waiting for?
and if the Doctor makes it downstairs, shoot on sight!
Tell the ambassadors the crisis is over. They can step down.
-(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY) -Future Prime Minister.
That's the last piece of luck anyone on this rock will ever have.
I give you a choice. Leave this planet, or I'll stop you.
we need to find out where they're from, which planet.
(REPORTERS CLAMOURING)
I haven't quite finished with Mrs Tyler yet.
(ALIEN ROARING)
How can they do that? They saw it!
-(SCREAMS) -No!
Harriet Jones. Who does she think she is?
What do you mean, "incoming"?
It's Mickey.
it's on a loop, keeps repeating.
Ladies and gentlemen...
AMERICAN REPORTER: It's midnight here in New York.
Hacking into the Royal Navy.
why didn't they use him as a disguise?
all stinking and wet and disgusting,
planet Earth is at war.
It's killing him. Do something!
There you go.
How solid are these?
They'll help to identify the bodies.