Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This is President Nixon.
Trust you? Sure.
Well, we have to tell him.
Hey, of course I'm okay.
Not so thanks.
Oh!
Something to do with space, 1969,
So, the Doctor, in the future, knowing he's going to die,
and knows every last thing about her.
It's like they edit themselves out of your memory
Big drain on the power.
We can't leave him here.
Five minutes.
I'm being extremely clever up here
What's he doing?
Hey, nice hat.
Very contemporary, cutting-edge. This is from the space programme!
Much better, thanks.
When I first met the Doctor,
Those are the worst kind.
Your five minutes are up.
So why haven't we landed?
No.
One of them's worth listening to.
Yep! I like it, too.
Don't ever, ever think you're capable of that.
I was going to cover it with time travel.
Every time.
- Did you see me? -Of course.
Because you've been up to something.
Ah, yes, yes.
Is this you again?
On the other hand, lay a finger on me
Thank you.
Give me five minutes, I'll explain.
like Sundays and Tuesdays and Thursday afternoons.
Who are you?
Ever so dull.
Why is it always my turn?
- An alien. -Oi!
It always does that when its cloaked.
We've told him all we can.
I say we give him five minutes, see if he delivers.
It's a direct call every time.
Just admiring your skills, sweetie.
River, have you got my scanner working yet?
The same reason as you.
Some guy.
I'm assuming that's for something I haven't done yet.
I have to tell the Doctor.
"Space 1969." What did he mean?
Hang on, did I just say all that?
Sorry, what are you two doing?
I thought it would taste more like the gums.
or voices through a wall.
There's a boat.
Funny how some years are easy.