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00:45:06
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
145
Graffiti that again and I'll have ya. Now, beat it.
Lifelong backbencher, I'm afraid,
Spaceship in the Thames. You said "slipstream engine."
Sub harpoon, UGM-84A.
I've got that bottle of Amaretto from New Year's Eve.
the flammability of this alcohol.
- They can smell adrenalin. - Narrows it down.
Sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag, then sell it.
it doesn't just smell like a fart,
For all we know, they've all got big bog monsters inside of 'em.
That's why the Slitheen went for spectacle.
Reinstate my disguise! Hurry up, hurry! Hurry!
No fuss, he just moves on.
There's a recession out there, Doctor. People are buying cheap.
Don't go, sweetheart.
Urn, my mother's cooking.
- You're not too old for a slap, you know!
The first time I stepped in there, it was spur-of-the-moment.
Ah, Sergeant, now that the Doctor's been neutralise,
You attack every other country on Earth, they retaliate, fight back.
I authorise you to execute this man!
The more you prolong it, the more they stink.
'cause you lot, you get scared, you lash out.
though why he's been summon we've no idea.
when they fart, if you'll pardon the word,
He zap it. Super phone.
I reckon I've got no choice.
There's no threat. He just invent it.
I beg of the United Nations.
Use the "buffalo" password, it override everything.
I swear, no one on this base is safe.
literally shrink them down a bit.
I'm getting poison by the gas exchange.
Delighted you could make it. We're meeting upstairs.
Voicemail doom us all.
Trapped in your box?
Not crashed, just parked. Barely two minutes away.
literally shrinks them down a bit.
Oh, my God, it's going to rip us apart!
But the news I bring you now is grave indeed.
We're nearly there! Give us two seconds.
Who exactly are the Slitheen?
I want you to contact the UN immediately.
- Oh, leave him alone. - Thank you.
Dead downstairs, yeah.
He's finally met his match.
Quite what connects all these people, we have no idea.
especially since you hate me so much.
And if Jim comes round again, I'll say no.
Too late!
Look at that! The telephone is actually red!
They need to fit inside big humans.
Fair enough.
What do they want, though?
Why would we invade this godforsaken rock?
I'm not infatuated!
The greatest experts in extraterrestrial events came here tonight.
Yeah, pickled onions!
Calcium weakened by the compression field. Acetic acid! Vinegar!
proud and undefeated!
Stale perfume and brittle bones.
Sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag, then sell it.
Stale perfume and brittle bones.
it is my solemn duty to inform you
all stinking and wet and disgusting,
God, that's embarrassing!
Elected for three successive terms.
It's time we finished with this insane planet for good!
Yesterday saw the start of a brave new world.
Your body is magnificent.
Fascinating history, Downing Street.
You're just not ready. You're happy to believe in something that's invisible,