Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- while you philosophise. - This ends today.

- Where's Isabella? - My turn.

- with straps, as if for a surgeon. - What happens in there?

I'm not having him run around telling people he's your fiancé!

...hence no reflection.

it's either this or tokens.

Papers, if you please.

I will tear down the House of Calvierri, stone by stone.

Most people just nick stationery from where they work.

Oh...! I hate it when he does that!

Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.

Where are you from?

Then I take it you're a refugee, like me.

which I'm guessing will also be the generator.

They drink your blood and replace it with their own.

Well...running.

- Stay away from the door, Doctor. - No! Guido! What are you doing?!

I'm thrilled. Oh, this is Christmas!

- I can't see a thing. - Just as well I brought this, then.

Internet city. Preposterous city!

Where's Isabella?

The owner of the psychic paper.

What's your name?

Open the gates!

Signora, your school offers a chance for betterment, escape.

Veils down, girls.

- What was that about? - Isabella...

But the city. Why shut down the city?

Hey, look at this.

Oh, make sport of me, will you? Tease me as if I were your dog?

We were accosted again.

You're like Houdini, only five slightly scary girls,

in the world of savages with psychic paper. Who are you with?

We need it to shut down and re-route control to the secondary hub,

Ultraviolet. Portable sunlight.