Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I know what you're all saying,

And I've got to take Martha back to Freedonia.

Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse.

Come on, we can all have a good flirt later!

Not to fear, my mothers.

- And you put your friend in here? -Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia.

"...and strikes the fulsome grove of Rexel 4."

Us two here, same bed. Tongues will wag.

And you, you look at him like you're surprised he exists.

Now, on the back, on the back!

That's not going to work. The whole building's shouting that.

But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it's real?

You can't, it's someone else's.

No, it says right there, "Sir Doctor and Martha Jones." It says so.

- What about the play? -Gone. I looked all over.

Pish! It's out of season to be heavy disposed.

words that last forever!

Well, if you're looking for volunteers...

But these Carrionite phrases, they need such precision.

I think we should never speak of this again.

Betwixt Dravidian shores

I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break.

It's not exactly five star, is it?

but your breath doesn't half stink.

As Master of the Revels,

You're so kidding me!

Looks like witchcraft, but it isn't.

Elizabethan England, not so different from your time.

Sad words suit not upon a lover's tongue.

- It's that Lynley bloke. -What's wrong with him?

You must be mad, Will. Love's Labour's Won? We're not ready.