Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're a lucky boy, Tricky.

She's right on to us.

She's still on board.

A thing that looks like a police box, standing in a junkyard,

I was tired, overwrought. I didn't mean it.

We're outside. No, we're still in the Tardis.

I say stuff. Ignore me.

It appears the engine is damaged.

I need to find...

You meant the ship.

It isn't just the past leaking out through the time rift,

It's bigger... On the inside.

No, don't touch him, or time will reassert itself.

If I rewrite today, you won't remember.

So, so, so what?

We'll still have secrets?

You made it through.

I feel pretty confident I can deliver on that.

Human core element.

Look, the clock is ticking. We must find Clara.

She's going to die if you don't help me.

Ah, respirators.

I thought she was lying on her side.

Yes. Sorry, I should have had one built in.

That's me. I'm so sorry.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!

Now, will you two stop bickering and listen.

You were mentioned in a book.

The console room, it's the safest place on the ship.

It's good salvage.

What do you mean, "again"?

There is no self-destruct.