Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You need something more powerful.
Keep working, Mr C!
You'd have thought they was in the room with ya, eh?
Technicolor! Everest climbed! Everything off the ration!
Scarcely an electrical impulse left.
Are you crazy,of cause I
Just leave it to me. I'm always doing that.
I'm talking to you, little one.
- One... -Doctor!
- Not if people are being bundled into... -I am talking!
Behind my eyes. It hurts.
We could go down the Mall, join in with the crowds.
Help me!
Here we go, everyone, here we go!
Taking people's faces, their essence as it stuffs itself.
Yes, Tommy. It feeds off the electrical activity of the brain,
That was the sound of something ending.
She's a female.
But he will go on ahead of Her Majesty into the Abbey...
But everyone's getting a telly, Dad, even Mr Gallagher.
Well, the thing is,
I need a miracle.
Sorry, Mum can't make it down.
Unless some coward told them.
- That's awfully good of you, Mr Magpie. -So you'll go soon?
And you can forget that college nonsense.
- Oh! Is this 1953? -Last time I looked.
- And that's a woman's job? -Course it is.
Rita, love, just look at that telly-box, then! Innit marvellous?
Good Lord. Colour television.
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Is she talking to us?
Now then, Rita, I don't think the gentleman needs to know.
Leave her alone. You'll hurt her! Mum!
Oh, dear. Has our little plan gone horribly wrong, Doctor?
Hold on. Was that an insult?
...will wait there a while.
You going my way, doll?
- I'm sorry. -Get it done. Do it now.