Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

because the Tardis is designed to blend in.
So, Earthlings!
My fellow Americans, patriots, people of the world.
My name is Arthur Coleman Winters,
- Just the sound of his voice. -What's that?
Then we've gotta get to the Master!
Here you go. Any good?
Misery guts. What do you think? It's good, isn't it?
And I thought it good.
And this species has identified itself.
- What are you doing? -I don't know, it's nothing...
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have you got that?
I'm not going to!
This country needs healing.
There it is! That rhythm. It's everywhere.
Which, by the way, is ticking every demographic box.
there was no Harold Saxon!
Just look at what you're doing, just stop.
Jelly baby?
Thaf's when it all started when Harry Saxon became Minister
Oh, all right, then. It's me!
Anything I can do?
Just keep to the shadows.
Well then, Tish.
Urn, not really. Sorry, I'm new.
It reaches critical at 8:02 precisely.
- He could be anywhere in time and space. -No. He's here. Trust me.
medical student?
The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Where's my Master, pretty please?
- What is it, mind control? -No, no, no, no. Subtler than that.
But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect.
What say I use this perception filter
Mum, has there been anyone asking about me?
Urn. Ninety nine. Ninety eight?
So, Doctor, who is he?
It's a paradox machine.
All those ghosts and metal men, the Christmas Star that came to kill.
He's a very fine man. And he's handsome, too.
Go to Boxer's, stay with him, don't tell anyone, just hide.
Oh, I think maybe we should wait...
The never-ending darkness and the terrible, terrible cold.