Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You're controlling it. Look deep. Allow them through.
Has it all been for nothing?
I promised you a time machine.
All yours.
A few billion. And all of us in need of corpses.
Just like the old lady going to your performance, sir.
- Considering. - Considering what?
The whole blooming world can see that!
Here they come.
Where have you been? I was shouting.
I think this is my dance.
- They do. You're their only chance. - Leave her alone.
- Are you quite well, sir? - Splendid. Sorry.
It's working.
It's not just dying... We're going to become one of them.
- We're closed. - Nonsense.
who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers.
- Once a week? - We did sums and everything.
- I can't breathe. - Charles, get her out.
Yes.
Any chance you were going to say gazebo?
It looked at Scrooge...
I brought you here.
You've got the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing.
Haunted. I never had much bother until three months back. Then the stiffs...
Maybe.
You're kidding me, yeah? You are kidding me, aren't you?
- I don't care. They're not using her. - Don't I get a say, miss?
I did it. Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples. December 24th 1860.
- She had been for at least five minutes. - What do you mean?
- What's it saying? - It can't get through.
not a knocker, but Marley's face.
- Yes. - Charles Dickens? The Charles Dickens?
- What's a rift? - A weak point in time and space.
- I won't be spoken to like this! - You put me in a room full of zombies!
I've always loved an illusion, but that's exactly what they were - illusions.
Now you tell me that the real world is a realm of spectres
One old sexton almost went to his own memorial service.
Great God! Spirits from the other side.
She was dead when she stood in that arch.