Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You have quite an eye for the pretty girls.
Here's the morning paper.
John, what is that silly thing?
Those targets are tribesmen from the Dark Continent.
And you still are.
- Have you checked for concussion? -I have.
Just little things. Tiny things. I can't help it.
Come on, might as well get some sleep.
You're not John Smith.
Yeah, well, think again, mate.
I am not the Doctor.
- You've taken my arm in public. -I'm very scared.
No, no, they always look close, but actually they're miles off.
But we need it. Oh, my God, Doctor.
We've been invited to the dance.
- Gallifrey. -Is that in Ireland?
Like a magic carpet...
Four... No.
They can follow us wherever we go.
I like the sound of that.
You are not alone. Keep me hidden.
Now, be honest, Timothy. You should be the very top.
as my guest?
Oh! Sorry!
That's not fair at all.
You're really not looking yourself, old chap. Anything bothering you?
'Cause once it's open, then the Family will be able to find me.
- What about the stairs? -They're right behind you.
She works at the school.
- Where you gonna go? -Anywhere.
- Reach out, boy. Reach out. - Always waiting.
And that's Coopers Field?
- Like a doorway? -Mmm.
- Wait for them to die. -But they can track us down.
Nothing left but a cinder.
- What does it do? -Chameleon Arch.