Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's been on the beer,
decomposition of your witches' plot!
The north wind blows and carries down the distant...
Magic words for the playwright's fevered mind.
Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed.
I do a lot of reading.
I thought it might be something, you know, more mysterious.
Humanoid, female, who uses shapes and words to channel energy...
This way, my lord.
He spoke our name!
The time approaches for our charm.
Such unusual clothes.
- Well, I'm going for real. -But what do they want?
Fear not.
A witch! I'm seeing a witch!
Then the human race will be purged as pestilence.
Creature, I name you
- Ham-net? -What's wrong with that?
Now, we're gonna hear him speak.
and examined by me before it can be performed.
Just one touch.
Your effect is special, indeed.
we shall rise again and this ?eeting Earth will perish!
Rose.
Great!
And you, girl, hurry up with the tasks.
All Hallows Street, there it is. Martha, we'll track them down.
Neck brace.
This is abominable behaviour.
- The naming won't work on me. -But your heart grows cold.
What was that?
Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal ?ux?
Me? But I've done nothing.
I know, Back to the Future! It's like Back to the Future.
I've always wondered, but I've never asked.
- Bedlam. -What's Bedlam?
A trite reply, yeah? That's what I do.
Brand-new, just opened.
Hmm. I might use that.
That stranger...