Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Are you a friend, or...
You stayed still, you got yourself all pickled and preserved,
It's the City of New New York.
- Open it! -Not till you get out of her!
but you have taught me to look at it anew.
Let me out! Let me out!
No, I just wanted to say... you look beautiful.
Oh, sweet Lord! I'm a walking doodle.
I don't want to die.
I got this. A message on the psychic paper.
I kept myself safe for you, mistress.
You're right. Well done.
Look at me. From class to brass.
They're meant to be sick. They exist to be sick.
Oh, there's no need. I have to decline.
So that makes it
"never trust a nurse and never trust a cat."
This is the human world. Sickness!
I'm sorry. Patient confidentiality.
- You all right? -I'm fine.
I don't know, just larking about. New Earth.
Pass on what?
I've been listening. The Sisters are hiding something.
Everything's new on this planet.
The rest of Boekind became extinct long ago.
Frau Clovis...
Petrifold regression, he's turning to stone. There won't be a cure for a thousand years.
Oh, I hate telepathy.
One story says that just before his death,
They're so alone.
Let me see, let me see.
You'll never guess! I'm with the Face of Boe. Remember him?
Her face! Show me her face!
- Commence stage one disinfection. - Come and get me. Come on!
A great secret.
So the Sisterhood grew its own flesh.