Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have to believe. You have to know you're safe.
He thought you were rejecting him. He thought he wasn't wanted.
A psychic repository for all his fears.
- Not the bins, no, Miss... -Mrs Rossiter.
How can we keep him?
- No offence, Doctor... -Meaning the opposite.
When I was your age, about, oh, a thousand years ago,
Whatever you are, whatever you do,
Hi.
how else will we ever find out what's going on here?
Look, will you stop?
He needs help.
I can't just plump for Brian, like I normally do.
and then they assimilate perfectly.
Look, I'd like you to leave, please. You're just making things worse.
You're supposed to be a professional.
Monsters are real.
It's not easy, you know.
and you were rejecting him.
But something scared him.
- Frightening him. -Uh-huh.
I'm the Doctor.
A cuckoo in the nest. A Tenza, he's a Tenza.
And how could I forget that Claire can't have kids, how?
Dad.
How can I have forgotten that?
We can't stay in here. We've got to get out!
Doctor, the lift.
No door knob.
What, just like that?
It's the lift. It's the sound that the lift makes.
No. no, no, no!
Making a house call.
You did it.
Tell him off, he just looks at you.
It's tough, though. It's like being given three wishes.
That's what it's called, pantophobia.
But what is he?
Well, put it in the...cupboard.