Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

crash (CLOCK CHIMES)
What's wrong with that?
(ALL SCREAMING)
Right, then, question time.
-Nice to meet you. -Likewise.
Someone's got a hell of a job sorting this lot out.
I thought I was gonna die.
And here it is.
No fuss, he just moves on.
No one's gonna look for you here,
And this is most unusual.
Harriet Jones. I've heard that name before. Harriet Jones.
all alone, standing on some moon a million light years away?
That's my mother.
What? You?
Harriet Jones, why do I know that name?
Do it.
My daughter saved the world!
You don't need to crash-land it in the middle of London.
Well, there you go, then.
MICKEY: What is it?
who knows how to fight these things.
Now, this cupboard's small, so it's strong.
-(GUNSHOT) -Everybody, run!
(CHATTERING ON POLICE RADIO)
that narrows it down to 5,000 planets within travelling distance.
See, they've known about aliens for years.
She wants to get to know you.
But like it or not, he's the only person
Nope, this place is antique.
Sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag, then sell it.
Voicemail dooms us all.
It's time we finished with this insane planet for good!
The United Nations has gathered.
and a fat lot of use I'm being now.
This rock becomes raw fuel.
Hhj
And who the hell are you?
Oh.
It's Mickey, and why should I?
That's the device around their necks, compression field,
(ALIEN GROWLING)
Present for you, Mickey.
Deadly to humans, maybe.
'Cause... (CLEARS THROAT) I'm ready to listen.