Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But first,
Every single copy of Love's Labour's Won went up in the sky.
The Doctor! He lives.
It's supposed to be next week. What made you say that?
My mothers, the time approaches.
How much do you want forgetting?
The grief of a genius.
It's all as funny and thought-provoking as usual.
and I think we'd have spotted that. No.
Author!
Have you got a mini-disc or something?
London never changes.
A new empire on Earth.
What the hell is that?
The talk of gentlemen's best not overheard.
- Author! -Author!
It's a tetradecagon, 14 sides, containing the man himself.
Genius. He's a genius, the genius.
Will, you'll never believe it. She's here!
Oh, you're kidding me.
A friend of mine, Rose, right now she'd say exactly the right thing.
Got Peter to build the Globe to their design, their design!
- Then how did you escape? -New words.
New and glittering.
You're gonna be all right.
- Is he drunk, or what? -Get him out of the way!
Witches spoke to Peter.
and no one knows why.
Right next to...
There's enough beer in this lodgings house to sink the Spanish.
Martha's from a far off land, Freedonia.
I'm not even human. just walk about like you own the place. Works for me.
And Mother Bloodtide.
and why this constant performance of yours.
- Stab the flesh! -Stop the heart.
Interesting. That bit of paper, it's blank.
A new play with no warning.
# That bursts then fades away
"Love's Labour's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it?"
"Oi, mate, you're Bard."
Then I could get sectioned.
Queen Elizabeth I!
Avril 19, 1963
Something really close.
Next to you, I know nothing.
And Martha here's from the future. It's not hard to work out.
- What if I kill my grandfather? -Are you planning to?
Yeah, better not, Will.
Now begins the millennium of blood!
When the work was done...
- How many of you? -just the three.
- Course it isn't! -Well, how am I supposed to know?