Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

The potion is prepared.

Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons,

Oh, that's quite good.

That's Love's Labour's Won over and done with.

That's something to look forward to.

Author! Author!

And as for you, Sir Doctor.

"...Dravidian shores, linear 5-9-3-0-1-6..."

I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now, get out!

Excuse me. Hold hard a moment.

Who are you exactly? More to the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?

There's such a thing as psychic energy,

- No, don't! -Doctor, can you stop her?

A muse to pen Love's Labour's Won.

Power of a name works only once. Observe.

Lovely. There we go. By-da-boom-ba!

to writer's hand.

Outside this door,

A world of bones and blood and witchcraft.

Our builder. He sketched the plans for the Globe.

Now to halt the vital part.

I thought then he smelt of something new.

- The film? -No, the novelisation. Yes, the film!

- The wordsmith! -Fear not.

Finishing the play.

But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright

Oh, big mistake. 'Cause that name keeps me fighting.

Oh, yeah, but a theatre's magic, isn't it?

Why would a man hide his title in such despair?

Popular entertainment for the masses.

Doomfinger, transport yourself.

His son perished.

Here you go, Will, drink up.

This performance must end immediately.

- She's turned up! -We're the talk of the town.

I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Love's Labour's Won.

The Carrionites use words instead.

You're William Shakespeare!

Oh, no, no, no. Who let you in?

But how do you travel in time? What makes it go?

Oh, I think death has been waiting for you a very long time.

Forgive me, this is foul.

Peter, tell me!

Not without a generator the size of Taunton,

Treason 2, Webisode 11

So, who's going where? I mean, there's only one bed.

Would you enter, bold sir?

A month after finishing this place, he lost his mind.

- Expelliarmus! -Expelliarmus!

Your kiss transformed me.

- Do you want some happy? -Buy some anger!

Then watch this world become a blasted heath.

The play is the thing!

I've just got the final scene to go. You'll get it by morning.

Fear of this place set me right again. Serves its purpose.

Oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts.