Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I'm just gonna check my messages. - How do you mean? Messages?
A wound in time.
I don't know what this is all about and I know we're not important...
- Have you got a bloke? - No. I did have.
But they're all gone.
And that baby you're holding.
You're both the same person, that's a paradox.
I can't do anything right, can I?
Anything new, any disturbance in time, makes them stronger.
It's that car. Same one as before.
I, Peter Alan Tyler,
What am I like? Have I gone grey?
You...
- Is that Sarah Clark's wedding? - Yeah. Are you going?
I can be a proper dad to you now.
- That's not out yet. - Good job and all.
No, in this case, "knocked her up" is a phrase I'd use.
Except I'm sure I've met you somewhere before.
I'm not listening. It's the duffle coats all over again.
Uncle Steven, Auntie Lynn, all the Baxters.
It's like I trusted you.
one for milk, one for yoghurt,
Between you and me, I haven't got a plan. No idea.
Rose, no!
What do you mean? Time? What are you jabbering on about time?
Dad! My dad. My daddy.
Though I'm meant to be dead.
Your wish is my clummand but be careful what you wish for >:)
How do you mean, missing?
Take Rose a sec, will you?
Someone must have called the police.
- Blimey, you know how to flatter a bloke. - Right. Are we off?
Don't know. Just everything.
It's too late now.
'cause being your dad and all, I think he's a bit old for you.
- It's weird. - What?
He had all sorts of jobs, he was so clever.
You're not related to my wife by any chance, are you?