Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Where am I? -And speech.
No shop downstairs. I'd have a shop. Not a big one, just a shop.
There's all sorts of superstitions around him.
I remember that night. Drinks for the Ambassador of Thrace.
That man, he's the Doctor.
Now run along! Sound the alarm!
My mistress!
Oh! Ah! Two hearts!
That's amazing.
It's the year five billion and twenty-three.
Pallidome pancrosis. Kills you in ten minutes, and he's fine.
Oh, does it have to?
No, it's missing something else.
You thought so, too. I've been inside your head.
I am not dying in here.
It's goodbye trampoline and hello blondie!
-a form of legal contract. -Winch me up!
Completely cured.
- Wotcha. -Where've you been?
The brain is a delicate thing.
Well, now, that would be impossible.
You like it.
Impossible! I recognise that child.
I've seen enough, thank you.
the Face of Boe will impart his great secret.
It's said he'll talk to a wanderer. To the man without a home.
Don't you dare! He's got a life of his own.
- The mistress is beautiful. -Absolument.
Me, too.
Come in! Don't be shy.
Out of the way, blondie!
He might be up and about but only as a statue.
The lonely god.
And I suppose I'm company. I can hear him singing sometimes,
You can't do that. If they forced entry, they'd break quarantine.
I modelled him on my favourite pattern.
Oh, my God!