Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She never complains, bless her.
they saw the truth again and again. It's quite amazing.
No, no, no, that's the Tardis translation circuits.
Fish! Get your fresh fish!
Now then, Lucius, my Lord Pyrovillian.
- Get off. -Apologise right now.
- I can see. -What is it?
The gods are with us.
Doctor!
- Which is what? -The future, Doctor!
- How's he mean, Celtic? -Welsh. You sound Welsh.
Like what?
- Not now, Quintus. -But she's sick. just look at her!
I'm not an expert,
Oh, but you can read my mind. You know it's not.
You're not telling me the Tardis has gone.
They're breathing in Vesuvius.
so no one can see what you're building.
Oh, look at Quintus. My son, the doctor.
And yet the son of the father must also rise.
Me no speak Celtic. No can do, missy.
My carvings!
- They're all consuming this. -Dust?
Hold on there, Evelina.
They say she has remarkable visions.
Man from Gallifrey.
If I said, "Veni, didi, vici," to that lot, what would it sound like?
You are a lord, sir.
Nothing to worry about, I'm sure you've got nothing to hide.
To warn everyone, start the evacuation!
- I beg your pardon? -Doctor, that's your name.
The strangest of images.
- But he's... -Show me.
Can't you change it with these controls?
Is that your opinion as a doctor?
Just makes it look like English. Speech as well.
You call it modern art, I call it a blooming great waste of space.
But the wind is felt most keenly in the dark.
What?
This is just weird! I mean, everyone here's dead.
- In a lava? No? -No.
- What's that mean? -Even the word "Doctor" is false.
the gods of the underworld!
I predict a future of prosperity and might,
Here at Ood Operations we like to think of the Ood as our trusted friends.
Another with the gift.
- Where has it gone? -Sold it, didn't I?
Oh, my God.
That's the equivalent of the ten o'clock news.
Sacrifice her!
Sweetheart, can you see? Tell us, what's going to happen?
That's just it. Don't you see, Donna? Can't you understand?
Then he is a stranger to Pompeii. Soon he will learn.
- What? -The volcano.
The birds are flying north and the wind is in the west.
Just leave her alone.