Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't think much of sequels, they're never as good as the original.
Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight!
Oh, my mothers.
It's curious, her name has less impact.
Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor.
I need to talk to the police.
I get centre stage.
Which house?
And he starts fading away... Oh, my God, am I going to fade?
Like a spell, like a code. Love's Labour's Won, it's a wea pon!
Foul Carrionite spectres,
but I suppose we could stay a bit longer.
A spirit stirs the ether.
Hello! Excuse me. Not interrupting, am I? Mr Shakespeare, isn't it?
Else we'll end up in Bedlam ourselves.
Hey, nonny, nonny!
Very clever, that proves it.
It's like your police box. Small, wooden box with all that power inside.
You don't rush a genius.
You should know. You stand on this stage,
You've got to let her go!
Copy it, hand it around, learn it, speak it.
Then he will know death. He will perish at my hand.
ALAN SACKS Productions
It's just a story.
- I haven't even got a toothbrush. -Ooh, um...
You've got to tell me. Where were they?
The ladies have prepared a show.
You and Miss Jones are just across the landing.
Pretty well dressed for a hitchhiker.
I've only got one heart working!
Reminds me of a Sycorax.
From a mind like no other.
I don't know how to tell you this, O Great Genius,
So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors.
There's something I'm missing, Martha.
- What did you do? -I named her.
When?
Well, that's just cheating.
Now, you might call that magic, I'd call that a DNA replication module.
- That would be bad. -Yeah, yeah.
- I didn't know, I'm sorry. -Made me question everything.
And who would die first, hmm?
and now I name thee, Martha Jones.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?