Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

he is a very lucky man.
Who will rid me of this turbulent Doctor?
Liar!
Never ageing...
Until that day, it is beholden on me
I can almost picture him.
A lardy lack-wit like you?
No, no, chop-chop, come on!
Come.
Richard the Lionheart!
You've saved us all, clever one.
Well, then who, sir, is about to relieve you of your magic box?
You'll say he's made-up, that there is no such thing.
No!
- I beg pardon? - Told you.
Nobody, sir.
Bantering, I'm bantering. Listen to me!
- I will get them - I'll get them.
The very same.
No! Clara!
Why do you think me sad?
For what?
- You know her? - Oh, yes.
It's a trick with mirrors, no doubt?
Well, don't you know all property is theft to Robin Hood?
He's made-up. There's no such thing.
- Go on. - It's...
GOLD
Oh!
- Do not fuss, all will be well. - This is the Sheriff's doing!
I'm just as real as you are.
Usefulness expired.
Spread the word.
What is this place?
Insufficient power to achieve escape velocity.
Now we're getting somewhere!
Why would they do that?
You said that these were dark days, what did you mean?
Kill them all!
Time to reflect on lasers and gold.
- Tell me yours. - Oh, no, no, no.
Will you two shut up!
Could be a theme park from the future.