Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Doctor? -I'm a Monk.
The Doctor took me ice skating on the River Thames in 1814,
And you haven't been for a long, long time.
Amy!
Send a telegram to Inspector Abberline of the Yard.
And I can't be with him till the very end.
I still can't read it.
Come on, Strax.
Oh, Doctor, fooling you once was a joy
Prepare to engage.
What are you doing here? The Forests are heaven-neutral.
You think I wanted this? I didn't do this.
Rory, the Judoon have escorted the clerics out of the quadrant.
Sorry, have we met yet?
No, you don't.
If the Doctor's really coming here, where is he?
The signal to you.
Hello.
You're so Scottish.
Hey. Hello.
You wanted to meet him so you joined an army to fight him?
Doctor, take a look, they're leaving.
Don't I, Melody Pond?
Will I be okay?
Yeah, we know.
I want people to call you Colonel Runaway.
the Doctor's darkest hour.
What is the Doctor's message?
Demons run but count the cost.
How did you know?
Intruder, level 15.
It's him!
Where the hell have you been?
I speak everything.
- Okay, what are you doing? -I speak baby.
Lorna Bucket.
Or the instincts of a coward.
the first time they were on the Tardis together in this version of reality
We are not fools.
Amy, no. Stop it.
No, it's not. It's cool.
The man who talks, the man who reasons,
raised her in the correct environment.
Locking.
The Doctor is trying to make fools of us.
Praising costs way more.
The child then. What do you think?
He has a name, but the people of our world know him better...
Drop your weapons! State your rank and intent.
- I'm not a phantom. - Doctor?
Pack the cases, Jenny, we're going to need the swords.