Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But she can help. She can open up the rift, make a bridge and let them through.
- I trusted you. I pitied you. - We don't want your pity!
You can be born in the 20th century and die in the 19th and it's my fault.
- Why not? - It's not... I mean, it's not...
I'm sorry, Mr Dickens, but the master's indisposed.
You need a bit more in your life than Mr Sneed.
The things you've seen.
as Marley used to look.
In which case, have I wasted my brief span here, Doctor?
- I saw nothing but an illusion. - If you're going to deny it, just shut up.
Gwyneth, send them back!
but let any man explain to me, if he can,
- She's in there, sir. I'm certain of it. - Right.
I suppose... There is one lad. The butcher's boy.
- Together? - Yeah.
- Blimey! - Are you all right?
I can see that.
- How much? - I know. I would have been happy with six.
- For how long? - For ever.
- Brecon? - Close.
On with the motley.
After all I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital.
Gwyneth?
That you're human.
"There are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
- No. No servants where I'm from. - And you've come such a long way.
and I felt your hands having a quick wander!
Seances?
in this most trying hour.
I'm the Doctor. Who are you?
made his nephew look like a cherub though he'd been a fortnight in the weir.
Projection on glass? Who put you up to it?
In the box? Both of you?
My books, Doctor... do they last?
It looked... like that.
Do the death of Little Nell... No, forget that. Faster!
Reach out.
- Where's the weak point? - Here. Beneath the arch.
My father died years back.