Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What the hell have you done? -It wasn't me.

But we're gonna die if... Ow!

- How long does it take to get to ward 26? -I'm on my way, guv'nor.

Now, listen. When I say so, take hold of that lever.

And if you don't like it, if you want to take it to a higher authority, there isn't one.

Straight to the point, whiskers. I want money.

Go to him. Go. That's it. That's it.

But I've not been idle, Rose. Tucked away, underneath this hospital,

If this happens again, we might have to review our brainstem policy.

How on New Earth, you might say.

One touch and you get every disease in the world.

- Up! Look at me. No sign of infection. -Champagne, sir?

I could do with a little work. Although...

This building is under quarantine.

What do you think you're doing?

That psycho-graft is banned on every civilised planet.

The Sisterhood has sworn to help.

Inside her head...

- Is that a deal? -I'm afraid not.

Just to confirm...

I'm the Doctor and I cured them.

What do you mean?

The brain is a delicate thing.

I'm in here! Come on!

Helps m'lady. Soothes her.

- And what should we do with the patient? -Standard procedure. Incinerate.

The pleasure gardens will now take visitors

A shop does some people the world of good. Not me, other people.

You're completely mad. I can see why she likes you.

- So where are we going? -Further than we've ever gone before.

They evolved, Cassandra, they just evolved. Like they should.

- You're the one working. -There's not much to do.

- You had petrifold regression, right? -"Had" being the operative word.