Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're just not ready. You're happy to believe in something that's invisible,
-Sorry. -Thanks.
Whoever those aliens are, they haven't just arrived,
MICKEY: There's loads of emergency numbers.
Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium. Living calcium.
Ooh!
(OFFICER SHOUTING)
though we are getting even more new arrivals.
-I'm doing it now! -Good boy.
(ALIENS SCREECHING)
The more you prolong it, the more they stink.
-No, sir. -Then don't question me.
Is she all right though? Don't put her on, just tell me.
Well, they're just one family, so it's not an invasion.
You’re a very violent young man
Rings a bell. Harriet Jones...
That's Group Captain Tennant James of the RAF,
Don't go, sweetheart.
Need to know, Sergeant, need to know.
Dead downstairs, yeah.
God, that's embarrassing!
Woof, we all go up. So back off.
-Do you think they'll believe him? -Well, he did last time.
How long till they phone?
Like that's ever stopped them!
No, no, not just alien, but like, proper alien,
-They can smell adrenalin. -Narrows it down.
Hide!
It's mine.
Like what? Gold? Oil? Water?
It says "password".
(GRUNTING)
booooom (CLOCK CHIMES)
oh my... hooopss
You've got a phone!
especially since you hate me so much.
Under the jurisdiction of the Emergency Protocols,
(SCREAMING)
What if something happens to you, Doctor, and she's left
Somebody must've got lucky.