Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- After you murdered me? -That was your own fault.

Green moon on the side, that's the universal symbol for hospitals.

Same size as the Earth, same air, same orbit, lovely.

You've got about three minutes left.

Poor little Chip, he's only a half-life.

I shall proceed up the apples and pears.

Come and get me! Come on. I'm in here! Come on!

- Mistress! -I'm sorry, I can't let her escape.

I don't care, just do something!

Any friendship expressed by the Duke of Manhattan does not constitute

I worship the mistress.

But that's fine.

No wonder the Sisters have got a cure for everything.

Don't touch them! Whatever you do, don't touch!

Chip sees to my physical needs.

But this is beyond coincidence. This is destiny.

Aren't you lucky there was a spare? Standing room only.

There's 10 million people in that city, they'd all be at risk. Now turn that off.

This is the NNYPD. Please step away from the shuttles.

All their lives and they've never been touched.

I can take you to the city. They can build you a skin-tank,

But everything's happy. Everything's fine. Can't you just leave me?

This temperature is designed to promote healing and well-being.

Matron Casp, you're needed in intensive care.

You're not exactly nuns with guns. You're not even armed.

Such ancient songs.

Oh, and perhaps a yacht, in return for which

- How's that? Will that do? -I don't know. Will it do for what?

Sister Jatt, a little privacy, please.

I'm the Doctor.

Tell me the rest.

Terminal's this way.

All they want to do is pass it on.

Come on. Come on.

- Okay, I'm going now. I love you. -Love you.

- How does she speak? -Old Earth cockney.

It's the Doctor.

We did try. We tried everything.

At last, I can be revenged on that little...