Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Nations of the world. Humankind.

I'm travelling, that's all, and then I'll come back.

556 neutralised.

Come and help me. Come on!

(DOORBELL CONTINUES BUZZING)

Um, well, the British Isles can't gain access to atomic weapons

DOCTOR: Fascinating history, Downing Street.

capable of powering every cut-price starliner and budget cargo ship.

it is my solemn duty to inform you

That lot would have gathered for a weather balloon.

ASQUITH: It does us good to hunt, it purifies the blood.

You kiss this man?

And the Slitheen go nuclear.

I don't do that.

There was this lightning, a kind of electricity, and they all collapsed.

It's wonderful.

Sir, there's a missile...

OFFICER: Down there!

don't stand him against the lift.

(SHRIEKING CONTINUES)

They gathered in the common cause.

This life of yours...

Well, I've got a question, if you don't mind.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

It's 3:00 in the morning.

Oh, tell your stupid boyfriend we're busy.

Now, hush, let me work out what it's saying.

Slitheen is our surname.

Built for short-range attack. Nothing this big.

Someone's got a hobby.

It must've fallen through time. The only survivor.

And a ripe youngster, all hormones and adrenalin.

I was wondering whether he drinks or not.

(SIRENS WAILING)

and maybe you get off on it,

Take me first, take me!

Don't tell her I said that.

Well, nice knowing you both.

Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it.

I just went down the shop.

I called for help, I sounded the alarm.

There's got to be some way of stopping them!

Slitheen is not our species.

All the secret information known to mankind.

No, you're the blonde. No, I've got the other one. Take it off!