Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Oh, well. -You should never meet your heroes.

We're alike in many ways, Doctor.

Stop! In the name of the Queen!

The Carrionites disappeared way back at the dawn of the universe.

I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but stop.

Budge up a bit, then.

Wear that for a few days until it's better.

Doom the Doctor.

Go into the past.

I promised you one trip and one trip only.

Dolly Bailey, you've saved my life.

It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all.

Oh, 57 academics just punched the air. Now, move!

Why wait we on stale custom for consummation?

He was at the inn with Shakespeare.

- No. -Well, then.

There's one seeks to stop the performance tomorrow.

Sorry, there's not much room.

Use them for what?

Oh, that's a wig.

By all the saints.

- The Doctor? -Dead.

They think it was all special effects?

The portal opens!

I must to work. I have a play to complete.

The boys get the girls, they have a bit of a dance.

And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?

The Doctor may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?

Well, don't get your hose in a tangle. You'll find out soon.

- He said it carried the sound well. -14?

You must away to the Globe. Go, I will join you.

- Is Shakespeare in there? -Oh, yes.

I'm Sir Doctor of Tardis, and this is my companion, Miss Martha Jones.

- There's 14 lines in a sonnet. -So there is.

Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics.

Lilith, this cannot be the home of one so beautiful.

We left the lovers of Navarre, by cruel chance separated,

I'm sorry. You'll get a refund.