Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can't know everything. Why does everybody expect me to, always?

The three of us have to agree, now, which is the dream.

I didn't know. I didn't, I didn't, I honestly didn't, till right now.

The only girl in the universe to whom the Doctor tells everything?

Everything's off, sensors, core power. We're drifting.

- Boredom? - ...self-harm?

I just wanted a nice village and a family.

- Vibrant as ever. - It's Upper Leadworth, actually.

Instead I get duff central heating and a weird, kitcheny, wind-up device.

Ah, Rory, wind.

OK, we're in a spaceship that's bigger on the inside than the outside.

And you thought you were awake when you were all elephanty.

OK, there was misinformation, red herrings, malice,

- I thought you'd chosen me, not him. - You are always so insecure.

You're the size of my grandson.

Well, don't let that get you down.

and only one man to save the day, huh?

And with only seconds left.

- Just shut up and leave me alone. - But listen, you're in there.

This has got to be the dream, hasn't it? What do you think, Amy?

I'm happy anywhere.

- Rory, Doctor, don't leave me. - Amy...