Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Not at all, no. My father, Sidney, was a watchmaker from Nottingham

Oh, yeah. It'll hurt.

I'm top 10 in my class, sir.

Just shut up, stop talking, cease and desist. There's a good girl!

Not everyone's that considerate, what with me being...

He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe.

There you are. Come look what I've got.

Stoppage. Immediate action.

It's just a dream.

And here she is.

Fascinating details about the siege, really quite remarkable.

Yes, um, this way.

It was just a dream.

It's like his contract comes to an end and she's going to be heartbroken.

Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow?

We're hiding from aliens and they've got Jenny

because very soon, we will look so familiar:

I can't think what concern it is of yours.

Ah! They're following us.

Though we've known each other all of two months, you could even say Joan.

To him, it's just a watch. But don't open it unless you have to.

You told me to come and collect that book, sir.

Something hidden.

Timothy, hide us.

What are you talking about?

Ooh, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull.

- This light. -Anything wrong, ladies?

Oh, you complete...

Right there. Don't you remember?

Martha, this watch is me.

Er, Pemberton, Smythe, Wicks, take post.

Well then, I can be the judge of that. Let's find out.

Those creatures are hunters. They can sniff out anyone.

I think the world would rather we stopped.

Well, how did you...

Hiding. In what way?