Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We have an interesting group of all ages from around the United Kingdom.

We stand at the dawn of a new age of space exploration.

and admiration...

- They did it! - Man has landed on the moon.

- it comes to... four miles. - Uh, well...

Compulsive overexercising.

Magnificent desolation.

- Really? - And a good fit.

Total absence of originality or spontaneity.

I just want to say how much I admire what you've done.

Colonel Aldrin, after you land on the moon,

What are they saying?

what is man that Thou art mindful of him?

My mother died recently.

I've brought our landlord, His Royal Highness the Duke of Edinburgh,

I'm remind of Keats.

It's, uh, different, but it's very pretty out here.

It's almost like a powder.

Turned away from the church.

Your Majesty, Mr. Neil Armstrong.

Thank you, sir.

They sent a picture. A tiny disc,

That's mine. Thank you. Race you to the top.

I can't even say what kind of crisis.

I'm at the foot of the ladder.

and these poor, blocked, lost souls...

- Is that a joke? - Afraid not, sir.

From there they will come to Buckingham Palace

- This isn't on the flight chart. - There's no other traffic.

As a pilot, you'll know what they drill into you above all else

esteemed members of the Wool Textile Delegation.

Just for a minute.

They go all that way to the moon and stay healthy,

what your thoughts were...

But instead I-I find myself in a small rural parish

A deepening of my faith.

The race for the moon is over.

There comes a time, a moment in everyone's experience

Well, in that case, would you mind if we asked you a few questions?