Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Right, absolutely. That's good, is it?
A lord of time.
Don't get yourselves in a lava.
Donna!
- How's your head! -All right, Dad, give us a break.
Because at heart, what is an Ood...
- And tomorrow he burns to death. -And that's my fault?
This is the gift of Pompeii.
Welcome aboard.
I'm sorry, but I'm not open for trading.
The sisters chose for me. I have the gift of sight.
Oh, not this time, Lucius. I reckon you've been out-soothsayed.
Nothing can survive it.
Whoa!
Sorry, household gods.
How’s your head sunshine
I'm sure it's fine, but I might have to take it off your hands
- I just said "seriously" in Latin! -Well, yeah.
You're free.
- No way. -Yes way.
- What, and you're in charge? -Well, this Time Lord, yeah.
The people of Pompeii are turning to stone before the volcano erupts.
Well, a little bit. But I never got the chance to look around properly.
Your real name is hidden.
The great god Vulcan must be enraged.
Oh, I bet you will!
They're gonna use it to take over the world.
The air is going to fill with ash and rocks tons and tons of it,
No, no, no, I meant no offence.
With your words and your temple containing such size within.
- What was it? -A carapace of stone.
Oh, my God! What's happened to you?
- The goddess Venus. - That's sacrilege!
You want to smarten yourself up, Quintus,
- It pleases you, sir? -As the rain pleases the soil.
What do you see?
- Who told you that? -The voices.
You fought her off with a water pistol. I bloody love you!
Of course I can. But don't you see?