Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

That was the sound of something ending.
Behind my eyes. It hurts.
Is she talking to us?
Technicolor! Everest climbed! Everything off the ration!
Unless some coward told them.
- Not if people are being bundled into... -I am talking!
Sorry, Mum can't make it down.
Now then, Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know.
Well, the thing is,
- And that's a woman's job? -Course it is.
I'm talking to you, little one.
Help me!
But everyone's getting a telly, Dad, even Mr Gallagher.
- Oh! Is this 1953? -Last time I looked.
She's a female.
Yes, Tommy. It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain,
Just leave it to me. I'm always doing that.
...will wait there a while.
You need something more powerful.
And you can forget that college nonsense.
- That's awfully good of you, Mr Magpie. -So you'll go soon?
- I'm sorry. -Get it done. Do it now.
- One... -Doctor!
You going my way, doll?
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Scarcely an electrical impulse left.
But he will go on ahead of Her Majesty into the Abbey...
Keep working, Mr C!
Taking people's faces, their essence as it stuffs itself.
Hold on. Was that an insult?
I need a miracle.
You'd have thought they was in the room with ya, eh?
Rita, love, just look at that telly-box, then! Innit marvellous?
Here we go, everyone, here we go!
Are you crazy,of cause I
We could go down the Mall, join in with the crowds.
Oh, dear. Has our little plan gone horribly wrong, Doctor?
Leave her alone. You'll hurt her! Mum!
Good Lord. Colour television.