Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This man would prevent the rise of Pompeii!
But if it's aliens setting off the volcano,
Wait a minute.
Oh, brother and sister? Yes, of course!
Tiny particles of rock.
- London. -How does he know that?
Name yourself. Planet of origin,
But everyone's going to die.
So where were you last night? Down the thermapolium, I bet.
Only the menfolk have the capacity for true perception.
...then you'll be happy, too.
- Okay. -Where is it, then?
- What? Down there? -Yes, down there.
There can be only one sentence. At arms!
Oh, Spartacus, for shame!
...but a reflection of us?
The blessings are manifold.
By the gods, Mother, what have you been doing to her?
Where does the gift of prophecy come from?
You've got to go back! Doctor, I'm telling you, take this thing back!
Oh, you must excuse my friend, she's from Barcelona.
Donna, stop it.
Vesuvius awaits.
The blue box.
Those two, they use words like tricksters. They're mocking us.
just for one day, just for tomorrow, but you've got to get out.
That thing in the villa, that was an adult Pyrovile.
- What's wrong with her arm? -An irritation of the skin.
Prison ship. Gene bank.
- Then what must we do? -The false prophet must die.
What, the soothsayer doesn't know?
Is that what's gonna happen to Evelina?
The mountain god marks your words. I'd be careful if I were you.
But there is heat enough in this world for a new species to rise!
What is it? What's that noise?
And you think that's all right, do you?
Well, don't go telling them that.
I think we're all right.
Now then, Evelina, don't be rude.
Pyrovile!
It's the burden of a Time Lord, Donna.
Your knowledge is impossible.