Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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