Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

My fellow Americans, patriots, people of the world.
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Then we've gotta get to the Master!
It's a paradox machine.
Oh, I think maybe we should wait...
Go to Boxer's, stay with him, don't tell anyone, just hide.
I'm not going to!
Urn, not really. Sorry, I'm new.
Where's my Master, pretty please?
Just look at what you're doing, just stop.
My name is Arthur Coleman Winters,
Just keep to the shadows.
It reaches critical at 8:02 precisely.
- What are you doing? -I don't know, it's nothing...
And I thought it good.
So, Earthlings!
This country needs healing.
Misery guts. What do you think? It's good, isn't it?
- What is it, mind control? -No, no, no, no. Subtler than that.
Jelly baby?
The never-ending darkness and the terrible, terrible cold.
What say I use this perception filter
Mum, has there been anyone asking about me?
But all the legends of Gallifrey made it sound so perfect.
He's a very fine man. And he's handsome, too.
- He could be anywhere in time and space. -No. He's here. Trust me.
There it is! That rhythm. It's everywhere.
So, Doctor, who is he?
All those ghosts and metal men, the Christmas Star that came to kill.
have you got that?
Thaf's when it all started when Harry Saxon became Minister
Well then, Tish.
The Master is Prime Minister of Great Britain.
Oh, all right, then. It's me!
- Just the sound of his voice. -What's that?
Anything I can do?
And this species has identified itself.
Here you go. Any good?
Urn. Ninety nine. Ninety eight?
because the Tardis is designed to blend in.
medical student?
there was no Harold Saxon!
Which, by the way, is ticking every demographic box.