Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you.

They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength.

You must forgive our irksome Will.

He's as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me.

All Hallows Street.

- His mind was addled. -Where is he now?

Oh, you can make men weep

Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them.

Off with his head!

Good point. Words and shapes following the same design.

Where are we? No, sorry.

If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark.

I might use that

- I should be on 10%. How's your head? -Still aching.

- What the hell? -just one touch

But, Martha, this is town.

Treason 3, Webisode 11

I've been mad, I've lost my mind.

What the hell are they?

Wind the craft of ancient harm.

...and the Earth will be consumed by flame!

All the world's a stage.

It's all go around here, isn't it?

- I don't get it. -Then give me a joke from Freedonia.

But it must be tomorrow!

The futility of this fleeting existence, to be or not to be.

Round about, um, ooh, 1599.

Psychic? I've never heard that before, and words are my trade.

Look over there. They've got recycling.

They snapped poor Peter's wits.

- You should write that down. -Hmm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?

Poor Lynley. So many strange events.

She heard about last night. She wants us to perform it again.

I might use that.

What if... I don't know.

Oh, shut your big, fat mouths!

I think that's my cue.

No, but there's a power in words.

cease your show, between the points...

An Ethiop girl, a swarth, a Queen of Afric?

Oh, my God, we did it! We travelled in time!

Co-radiating crystal, activate!

Tell me about the witches.

- Yes, sir. -I'll do it, ma'am.

The one true genius, the only man clever enough to do it.