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# Tick-tock goes the clock

- Maybe you can get through to him. -I'll do my best.

I'm here, it's me.

I'm the only one who gives a monkey's around here any more.

More common than you'd think, actually. You okay?

- Doctor. -It's like trying to remember the name

I thought you could, you know, come up with some sort of arrangement.

Be whatever you want him to be.

Wooden pans, a massive glass eye and now no door knob!

Stupid Doctor! Ow!

- Yeah, but you've traced it here. -Exactly.

Well, it's good to be all back together again.

- Who are you? -I'm the Doctor.

George, you okay? What's the matter?

- Amy, come on. - # Tick-tock until the day... #

All the classics.

George is a Tenza. Of course he is.

I'm going to be late for work. It's just the lift, love.

Old toys. He thinks the old lady across the way is a witch.

Kippers are getting cold.

Cups, saucers, plates, knives, forks, fruit.

People to see, whole civilizations to save.

How do you feel about kippers?

tell me about George.

- So we stopped letting him watch. -Oh, you don't want to do that.

- You feeling okay? -Um, I think so.

as people here in the UK? Now, that's a lot of animals.

So scared that somehow his cry for help got through to us in the Tardis.

You don't really miss things till they're gone, do you?

The thing is, I still haven't found anywhere since the shop shut

He's in bed, at least.

What happened to the lift? We were in a lift, right?