Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- What's that supposed to mean? -I'm good at guessing, that's all.
I say, hello?
The man in your journal, he's real.
She's infatuated. You're a dangerous man.
Didn't I tell you, sir? The stupid boy's useless.
if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do.
He's ancient and forever.
You chaps all right?
- In what way? -I just can't.
I heard them talking.
It's Mr Clark, isn't it?
As your Mr Smith says, "Nothing to see."
I hope, Latimer, that one day
Your choice.
I probably won't, but even if I did, then I...
Time Lord.
about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales.
Right up there, just for a second.
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You took human form.
Well, tell me then, Jones,
It's Baines, isn't it?
- In the dark. -I don't know what you mean.
The scent is confused.
- Are you all right? -Yes, sir. Fine, sir.
No, better than that.
A teacher and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible.
If you'll excuse me, Mr Smith,
Joan? -That's my name.
Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?
All of you!
There. There. Look, in the sky.
Mr Smith, everything I told you, just forget it.
Mr Smith?
His name was Oliver. He died at the Battle of Spion Kop.
Yes, hi.
They can track me down across the whole of time and space.
This isn't very funny, sir.
Yours is perfectly adequate.
Right across the universe. They're never gonna stop.
There's no reason why you shouldn't, if you do, you may not...
As far as the eye can see, and no falling star.
On the horizon, where the light was headed.