Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm cooking up a cocktail. I know a bit about medicine myself.
And not just that. A volunteer!
Oh, no don't!
If we'd been touched, we'd be dead.
You poor little thing.
- What's in that solution? -A simple remedy.
A body!
No shop. I like the little shop.
You were right, Doctor.
No, nothing odd. Surgery. Post-op.
What do we do? What would he do? The Doctor! What the hell would he do?
I've got an appointment. The Doctor is in.
That's very kind. There's no need.
Just what I need, a head full of big-face.
- They've called this planet New Earth. -A vegetable patch.
is that the brain is a delicate thing.
The brain is a delicate thing.
I've been trying to override the quarantine.
so beautiful.
- That dirty blonde assassin. -She's coming here, mistress.
I'm afraid the Face of Boe is asleep. That's all he tends to do these days.
You've lived long enough.
Oh! It seems to be ringing. Is it meant to ring?
Dangerous and clever.
So people can shop.
Not my problem. You can float as atoms in the air. Now get out.
Remember that old Earth saying? "Never trust a nun...
Hold that lever!
Come on.
Oh, hello, darling. Oh! Now don't. Stop it.
- You mean this thing? -Yes, I mean that thing!
Override controls.