Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- We want this world and all its flesh! - Not while I'm alive.

Gwyneth! Send them back! They lied. They're not angels.

Wires, perhaps. There must be some mechanism behind this fraud.

The darkness... The Big Bad Wolf.

It's a prank. We're under some mesmeric influence.

Yes, it's a different morality. Get used to it or go home.

The rift's getting wider and something's getting through.

Establish the bridge out of the void, let us through.

I did plenty of that. I used to go round the shops with my mate Shereen.

Remember Rose's world? None of it will exist unless you send them back through the rift.

God bless us, every one!

- You saw the gas creatures. - I cannot accept...

In a week it's 1870 and that's the year he dies. He'll never get to tell his story.

But it's 1869. How can I die now?

Consulted with spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts.

Right, then, Charlie boy. I've just got to go into my... shed.

- Use the sight. - It's not right, sir.

- Promise you won't hurt her. - Hurry. So little time. Pity the Gelth.

I didn't plan any of this. It isn't my fault if the dead won't stay dead.

and jack-o'-lanterns.

- Shall I remove the gentleman, sir? - You're brilliant! I've read them all.

- Nobody calls me Charlie. - The ladies do.

I'm all alone down here. I bet you've got dozens of servants, haven't you?

- What about the gas? - That's new, sir. I've never seen that.