Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- How many of you? -just the three.
Every single copy of Love's Labour's Won went up in the sky.
Interesting. That bit of paper, it's blank.
Something really close.
Have you got a mini-disc or something?
I'm not even human. just walk about like you own the place. Works for me.
There's enough beer in this lodgings house to sink the Spanish.
How much do you want forgetting?
and I think we'd have spotted that. No.
But first,
Next to you, I know nothing.
And Martha here's from the future. It's not hard to work out.
Yeah, better not, Will.
Genius. He's a genius, the genius.
Oh, you're kidding me.
New and glittering.
You're gonna be all right.
# That bursts then fades away
What the hell is that?
- Stab the flesh! -Stop the heart.
- What if I kill my grandfather? -Are you planning to?
Will, you'll never believe it. She's here!
Now begins the millennium of blood!
Queen Elizabeth I!
The grief of a genius.
And Mother Bloodtide.
A new empire on Earth.
Right next to...
Author!
- Course it isn't! -Well, how am I supposed to know?
Avril 19, 1963
"Love's Labour's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it?"
My mothers, the time approaches.
Witches spoke to Peter.
Martha's from a far off land, Freedonia.
It's all as funny and thought-provoking as usual.
and no one knows why.
- Author! -Author!
A friend of mine, Rose, right now she'd say exactly the right thing.
- Is he drunk, or what? -Get him out of the way!
"Oi, mate, you're Bard."
It's a tetradecagon, 14 sides, containing the man himself.
When the work was done...
The Doctor! He lives.
It's supposed to be next week. What made you say that?
and why this constant performance of yours.
- Then how did you escape? -New words.
A new play with no warning.
Then I could get sectioned.
London never changes.
Got Peter to build the Globe to their design, their design!
The talk of gentlemen's best not overheard.