Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's dead. Sip Fel Fotch Pasameer-Day Slitheen is dead.
I've had creatures from the pits of hell in my own living room,
Is that all of us?
(ALIEN SHRIEKING)
I told her you were in France. I said you were au-pairing.
Got enough stuff?
You can go and visit your gran tomorrow...
Whew!
it doesn't just smell like a fart,
Come on, yeah? If anyone's gonna cry, it's gonna be me.
It can't get out. That lock's got a billion combinations...
proud and undefeated!
Narrows it down.
There's no threat. He just invented it.
Exactly, given our past record.
The Council is voting. The result should be known any second now.
Reinstate my disguise! Hurry up, hurry! Hurry!
I'm serious, we could!
Fires are burning, 10 million miles wide.
Oh.
I was gonna do shepherd's pie. All of us, proper sit-down.
You're gonna cook for him?
when you get pranked and its fun ss snake gang
We're nearly there! Give us two seconds.
They are releasing the codes.
Huh! Like I said, couple of hours.
Do it.
The Security Council will be making a resolution in a matter of minutes.
(LIGHTLY CHUCKLES)
A nuclear strike at the heart of the beast is our only chance of survival,
(GIGGLING)
I'll see you in 10 seconds' time, yeah?
(SCREECHING)
Couldn't we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?
Never mind the signal. Get out! Mum, just get out! Get out!
I never asked his name.
Here we go.
That's mine. You've got mine!
(SHRIEKS)
-(FARTS) -That's the spirit, off you go.
Listen to this!
How do we get out?
Right, you head off.
The Slitheen race?