Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You don't know what I know, son.
I am resurrected!
Bill! Bill!
Go on! Be a sport!
Nah, you ain't getting me involved in this lark, Jackdaw!
That's better.
I was wondering if you could tell me how to fix...
- You valued my opinion before. - Perhaps.
is more than a match for a bunch of upright crocodiles.
That's why you helped him come home.
It's like the underground tunnels in The Thing.
Your Majesty!
Sorry, I could never resist a countdown!
- How's it looking out there? - All quiet.
She is Iraxxa,
That will hold them!
and I will ensure you have the opportunity.
You know what Friday is then?
Ooh, I'll put it on the list.
Fire. Oxygen. Basic physics, isn't it?
Neil Armstrong? First man on the Moon.
Set a date, have you, son?
and in the service of those you have sworn to protect...
She is, actually.
To loot it of its riches. Stake a claim.
yet weep at the crushing of a flower.
Case you've forgotten, we're marooned on ruddy Mars!
I'm going to make allowances for your Victorian attitudes because...
By the moons, I honour thee, Iraxxa.
Sleep no more, it is time!
And who better to ask than the Ice Queen herself?
What do you say?
To whom am I speaking?
Nardole, what the hell are you doing?
Jackdaw! What have you done?