Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I take it we're expected?

# My love is night, my love is day

I'm not sure about this, though.

You mean travel on through time and space?

Columns there, right, and 14 sides.

Oh, just shift!

So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise.

And we're slap-bang in the middle of New New York.

No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me,

- What? -Well, never mind what, just run!

I have the doll.

Now will they find love's la hour's won?

-...mewling poor, drooped men... -Stop the play!

There is naught can stop us now.

I shall return later.

If it's the last thing I do,

Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee...

A sonnet for my dark lady.

I've seen worse. I worked the late-night shift, A&E.

# That lights the traveller's way

- Well, don't complain. -I'm not! It's marvellous.

Nighty-night, Shakespeare.

Have you seen this last bit?

Yeah, yeah. All in good time.

Some cars just vanish, never to be seen again.

Now he visits the madhouse.

Okay, what was it, then?

Treason 1, Webisode 11

Words of power!

- See you, Will. And thanks! -Stop him!

The final words to activate the tetradecagon.

Ah, she's royal, that's God's business. Though you are a royal beauty.

- Words, letters, numbers, lines! -This is just a theatre!

- What was that for? What did you do? -Souvenir.

# Her face was like a winter moon

- My lost masterpiece. -You could write it up again.

Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey.

- Bandog and Bedlam. -No, I don't.

Love's Labour's Won will never be played.

- Of course we can. Why do you ask? -It's like in the films.

There's still power in those words. Maybe it should best stay forgotten.

Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry?