Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So people can shop.
I've got an appointment. The Doctor is in.
You poor little thing.
What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor! What the hell would he do?
Oh, hello, darling. Oh! Now don't. Stop it.
No, nothing odd. Surgery. Post-op.
- That dirty blonde assassin. -She's coming here, mistress.
A body!
Hold that lever!
You've lived long enough.
I'm afraid the Face of Boe is asleep. That's all he tends to do these days.
I've been trying to override the quarantine.
Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now get out.
Override controls.
is that the brain is a delicate thing.
Oh! It seems to be ringing. Is it meant to ring?
And not just that. A volunteer!
- They've called this planet New Earth. -A vegetable patch.
so beautiful.
Remember that old Earth saying? "Never trust a nun...
Come on.
Oh, no don't!
If we'd been touched, we'd be dead.
The brain is a delicate thing.
- What's in that solution? -A simple remedy.
No shop. I like the little shop.
Just what I need, a head full of big-face.
That's very kind. There's no need.
- You mean this thing? -Yes, I mean that thing!
You were right, Doctor.
I'm cooking up a cocktail. I know a bit about medicine myself.
Dangerous and clever.