Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've been mad, I've lost my mind.
- I don't get it. -Then give me a joke from Freedonia.
- What the hell? -just one touch
The architect!
She heard about last night. She wants us to perform it again.
I can whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you.
Avril 20, 1963
I might use that
I name thee
What if... I don't know.
- I should be on 10%. How's your head? -Still aching.
cease your show, between the points...
One year ago.
- His mind was addled. -Where is he now?
I might use that.
Off with his head!
Look over there. They've got recycling.
Poor Lynley. So many strange events.
But it must be tomorrow!
The futility of this fleeting existence, to be or not to be.
Good point. Words and shapes following the same design.
They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength.
Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them.
Oh, you can make men weep
Treason 3, Webisode 11
If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark.
Doctor?
He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me.
Round about, um, ooh, 1599.
Oh, my God, we did it! We travelled in time!
You must forgive our irksome Will.
All the world's a stage.
Peter.
An Ethiop girl, a swarth, a Queen of Afric?
What the hell are they?
All Hallows Street.
No, but there's a power in words.
- You should write that down. -Hmm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?
Where are we? No, sorry.
I think that's my cue.
...and the Earth will be consumed by flame!
Co-radiating crystal, activate!
The one true genius, the only man clever enough to do it.
Tell me about the witches.
Psychic? I've never heard that before, and words are my trade.
Oh, yes!
Witchcraft.
- Yes, sir. -I'll do it, ma'am.
But, Martha, this is town.
Wind the craft of ancient harm.
Oh, shut your big, fat mouths!
It's all go around here, isn't it?
They snapped poor Peter's wits.