Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was bantering.
- Doctor? - He is not what you think he is.
Now, Tinker. Let us see thy true face.
I was lying.
- Earl of Lox... - Earl of Loxley.
Give me my lute!
Oh, right, here we go, it's laughing time!
Whatever it is, you bony rascal, I'm afraid I must relieve you of it.
So as to remove our chains?
Well, it's realistic, I'll give you that.
So, is it true, Doctor?
to find out which of you is the true ringleader.
Data banks, data banks, data banks! Where was this ship headed?
You're not serious.
What you're doing will alter the course of history.
In a way, it's rather sweet.
For God's sake!
Take your places!
Ahhh!
Works every time!
- Now what? - First, a blacksmith's forge.
Oh! All those diseases!
There's been too much damage.
But you'll only be disappointed.
Only gold.
I'd last a lot longer than this desiccated man-crone.
Oh... you!
- I dare! - You false-tongued knave!
- You're an amusing fellow, Doctor! - Oh, don't! Can you just stop?
The targets seem a little close. What say you?
Yeah, sorry about the girl, such a pretty thing.
And those strange mechanical men, with their promises.
Right, that isn't even funny.
You would have been a little puff of smoke and ashes!
I don't even have to close my eyes.
Not ever, not for one single day.
Well, I would never have guessed. Tell me your story.
I claim my reward.
That was amazing!
Your words are strange, fair one.
Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks, Clara.
an intriguing gallimaufry.
It's never going to make it.
- Oh, that's very clever. - Thank you.
I'm not moaning. You moan.
- Doctor... - I know. The whole castle's
Here, let me help you.
But you have to go first.
Doesn't every king
- A trick? - A... A good jest. Ha-ha!
Well...