Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is the NNYPD. Please step away from the shuttles.

There's 10 million people in that city, they'd all be at risk. Now turn that off.

Oh, and perhaps a yacht, in return for which

I worship the mistress.

I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin-tank,

I shall proceed up the apples and pears.

All their lives and they've never been touched.

I'm the Doctor.

Green moon on the side, that's the universal symbol for hospitals.

This temperature is designed to promote healing and well-being.

Come on. Come on.

- How does she speak? -Old Earth cockney.

You're not exactly nuns with guns. You're not even armed.

No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything.

All they want to do is pass it on.

Chip sees to my physical needs.

Poor little Chip, he's only a half-life.

- After you murdered me? -That was your own fault.

Sister Jatt, a little privacy, please.

But this is beyond coincidence. This is destiny.

Terminal's this way.

Such ancient songs.

We did try. We tried everything.

Tell me the rest.

Come and get me! Come on. I'm in here! Come on!

Same size as the Earth, same air, same orbit, lovely.

But that's fine.

Matron Casp, you're needed in intensive care.

- How's that? Will that do? -I don't know. Will it do for what?

- Mistress! -I'm sorry, I can't let her escape.

At last, I can be revenged on that little...

Don't touch them! Whatever you do, don't touch!

You've got about three minutes left.

Aren't you lucky there was a spare? Standing room only.

I don't care, just do something!

Any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute

It's the Doctor.

- Okay, I'm going now. I love you. -Love you.

But everything's happy. Everything's fine. Can't you just leave me?