Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It can't be. Are you gonna stand there all night?
But how?
Avril 9, 1963
Author! Author!
Grief without measure.
It's mentioned in lists of his plays, but never ever turns up,
Hold hard, wanton woman!
Why does that ring a bell? 14?
and linear 5-9-3-0-1-6-7 point 0-2,
And from this world we will lead the universe back
That's incredible. You are incredible.
Carrionite!
Ooh! Sorry, sir. Begging your pardon, sir.
As if. She never does.
Okay, Shakespeare walks into a pub, and the landlord says,
Not... Not quite yet.
Words of the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm,
- My sworn enemy. -What?
The Globe Theatre!
Author! Author!
Tell you what, then. Don't step on any butterflies.
Is there something living down there?
Oh, but I've got new ideas.
Always, he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words.
You've got excellent taste, I'll give you that.
Why, what happened?
I demand to see a script, Mr Shakespeare.
I'll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor, and I'll discover more about you
Mind you don't hurt that handsome head of yours.
Well, it's a good thing I'm here. Now, think, think, think.
The Carrionites vanished. Where did you go?
They say people go missing on the motorway.
The premier of my brand-new play, a sequel, no less.
Now, take it.
It begins!
Does my lord Doctor wish some entertainment while he waits?