Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What do you mean? Time? What are you jabbering on about time?
A wound in time.
Rose, no!
- I'm just gonna check my messages. - How do you mean? Messages?
But they're all gone.
You...
Though I'm meant to be dead.
Don't know. Just everything.
- Blimey, you know how to flatter a bloke. - Right. Are we off?
Dad! My dad. My daddy.
Take Rose a sec, will you?
I can be a proper dad to you now.
I, Peter Alan Tyler,
- It's weird. - What?
How do you mean, missing?
It's like I trusted you.
I'm not listening. It's the duffle coats all over again.
You're not related to my wife by any chance, are you?
- Is that Sarah Clark's wedding? - Yeah. Are you going?
I don't know what this is all about and I know we're not important...
It's too late now.
- That's not out yet. - Good job and all.
No, in this case, "knocked her up" is a phrase I'd use.
Your wish is my clummand but be careful what you wish for >:)
one for milk, one for yoghurt,
What am I like? Have I gone grey?
'cause being your dad and all, I think he's a bit old for you.
Except I'm sure I've met you somewhere before.
Between you and me, I haven't got a plan. No idea.
- Have you got a bloke? - No. I did have.
It's that car. Same one as before.
Uncle Steven, Auntie Lynn, all the Baxters.
I can't do anything right, can I?
And that baby you're holding.
Anything new, any disturbance in time, makes them stronger.
You're both the same person, that's a paradox.
Someone must have called the police.
He had all sorts of jobs, he was so clever.