Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But the Slitheen are about eight feet.
What?
Hannibal crossed the Alps by dissolving boulders with vinegar.
Yeah.
That's what I'm saying.
At the cost of five billion lives.
That policeman, that thing!
Mickey, I need that signal.
Lots of planets have a north.
Don't you dare! Whatever it is, don't you dare!
Do it, then.
They're out to make money. That means they want to use something,
Mr Green, sir, sorry, but you've got to come with me.
That's the one! Select!
Is that Ricky? Don't talk. Just shut up and go to your computer.
-(CELLPHONE BEEPS) -Oh, that's me.
Mrs Tyler.
Kiss you with my big green lips.
Who do we trust?
You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea.
That's what the signal is, beaming into space. An advert.
that the massive weapons of destruction do exist.
He'll have shepherd's pie.
Yeah.
-ROSE: If we could just get out of here. -There's a way out.
Sergeant!
Good luck, yeah?
You pass it to the left first.
Piece by piece.
ALIEN: My brothers.
We'd be dead without him.
They don't want Slitheen World.
All right. Now I'm making the decision.
I reckon I've got no choice.
Good lad.
(ALIEN HISSING)
Elected for three successive terms.
Now, you're safe in my flat, Jacks.
Harriet Jones, MP for Flydale North.
Well, you can stay there if you want.
There's a scientific explanation for that. You're thick.
Oh, my God, it's going to rip us apart!
The experts are dead.