Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, sweet.
I'll know him. The moment I see him.
I'll do what I like!
You're trying my patience, sir.
He can only travel between the year one hundred trillion
But contained in that rhythm, in layers of code,
Move it!
- Shut up. -on my life, you've gotta trust me.
It's beautiful.
- All right? Martha? -Fine, yeah, I'm fine.
- No, but I'm supposed to sit in. -No, no. It's only a profile piece.
That's when the Master saw eternity.
This country needs medicine.
- Doctor, what is it? -He's cannibalised the Tardis.
Anyway, the Saxon files are attached
This is your reward.
That's so weird, 'cause the day after the election,
Master, just calm down.
For as long as man has looked to the stars
You've been watching too much TV.
We've accessed your files on these Toclafane.
- How many do you think? -I don't know!
And the good thing is, he's not dead for long. I get to kill him again!
You could stop this right now, we could leave this planet.
- Don't recognise it. -Hmm, patch it through to the laptop.
- I think... -Yes?
Not funny is like this...
- Martha, it's me. -Dad? What are you doing there?
I don't know, I could make grits. What are grits anyway?
- Finance report, sir. -Military protocol, sir.
- My faithful companion. -Mr Saxon.
Oh! Wait a minute! I do!
Been a long time since we saw each other.
Thank you. Thank you one and all.
Still says the Jones family taken in for questioning.
Mrs Rook, now stop it!
Who are you phoning? You can't tell anyone we're here!