Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We are dying. All of us on this ship, dying.
Would you like some tea?
and now you've gone all cross and you're pointing a gun at me.
Kill. Me. Kill. Me.
Where are they now? Are they ok?
Yeah, shut up.
This close to a black hole,
No.
Sorry, pressed for time.
But what about these life forms... what are they?
I'm going to ask for a hat when it's my turn.
Wait for me.
No.
Why not?
Hmm.
- Yes, thank you. - Nardole!
neither would I.
It's got your name on the label.
No, me? Never.
Soon we will all be upgraded like them.
Are you only getting that now?
What kind of treatment is that?
People, people, people, people, they're people.
Don't change the channel.
Me? Yes, you and Nardole. You can be her companions.
Stop mucking about and concentrate.
What about him?
No, I didn't.
No.
Silence.
Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all.
You like?
I am Bill Potts.
Two days ago there was nothing. Those readings came out of nowhere.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
And you never heard from them again.
It's Operation Exodus, whatever that is.
- Where is Bill Potts? - Doc... tor.
On it.
What happened then?
So what?
So we must evolve to survive, but evolution is not fast enough.
Me. Me.
Let's see now.
Ah, sorry, mate. Guess what I'm about to do.
He's going to do an explanation. That always takes a while.