Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

And the metal boxes racing past.

- Brilliant. Gas. - So we choke to death instead?

We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again.

Number one fan. Yes.

- I am not without a sense of humour... - Dickens?

They're waiting for me. Maybe your dad's up there waiting for you too, miss.

- May I have a moment? - Yes, of course.

- Where are you going? - You'll see. In the shed.

Time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the Gelth could be dying.

- Excuse me. - There she is, sir!

If your mother and father could see this, they'd tell you the same.

I don't know. Let's find out. Hold on.

Doctor, I can't... Sorry.

What makes you think so?

- Rose! - You're not escaping me, sir.

- We'll go down fighting, yeah? - Yeah.

First left, second right, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up.

how it happened that Scrooge, having his key in the lock of the door,

Every night... voices in my head.

- Which is why they need the girl. - No.

I hope... Oh, Lord.

This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists. Come...

'Pon my soul, Doctor. It's one riddle after another with you.

Still... The lure of the limelight's as potent as a pipe, what?