Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Jefferson, it's all right.

Okay, but it doesn't have to be him.

Yeah, I've explained the jokes.

I'm your new undercover agent, on loan from Scotland Yard.

It could rip a hole in the universe.

About five miles from Cape Kennedy Space Center.

I'm sending my best people.

Oh, those lights. They never fix them.

let's do it properly.

This way, ma'am.

The Doctor knew he was going to his death,

I don't understand.

Couldn't you just slap him sometimes?

Keep a look out.

Is he all right?

- There's some good stuff, too. -Not enough.

Okay, this way?

a long, long time ago,

even a dead one.

- Where are we going? -Home! Well, you two are.

I, uh... I think he's okay now.

- Hey! -Come on, Pond. Hello, Pond! Come here!

a pot of coffee, 12 Jammie Dodgers and a fez.

Jefferson Adams Hamilton.

This isn't possible.

River, make her blue again!

Back from what, honey?

And since when do you drink wine?

You heard everything I heard. It's simple enough.

We're in the middle of the most powerful city

It's only because I was thinking it, too.

We're here. What's up?

I noticed the phone, yes.

- Why Florida? -That's where NASA is.

I don't have a boss any more.

I want to take another look around.

Or it could be knitting. Knitting or biplanes, one or the other.

200 years older than the one up there.

Now, why would a little girl be here?

A big silvery thing in the sky.