Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If you'll excuse me, Mr Smith,
- In the dark. -I don't know what you mean.
about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales.
She's infatuated. You're a dangerous man.
Yes, hi.
You took human form.
He's ancient and forever.
I heard them talking.
His name was Oliver. He died at the Battle of Spion Kop.
This isn't very funny, sir.
There's no reason why you shouldn't, if you do, you may not...
I say, hello?
You chaps all right?
As far as the eye can see, and no falling star.
The man in your journal, he's real.
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Time Lord.
All of you!
Didn't I tell you, sir? The stupid boy's useless.
They can track me down across the whole of time and space.
- In what way? -I just can't.
- What's that supposed to mean? -I'm good at guessing, that's all.
Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?
There. There. Look, in the sky.
It's Baines, isn't it?
A teacher and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible.
Mr Smith, everything I told you, just forget it.
Mr Smith?
I probably won't, but even if I did, then I...
Right across the universe. They're never gonna stop.
The scent is confused.
if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do.
It's Mr Clark, isn't it?
No, better than that.
Well, tell me then, Jones,
On the horizon, where the light was headed.
Joan? -That's my name.
Yours is perfectly adequate.
As your Mr Smith says, "Nothing to see."
I hope, Latimer, that one day
Your choice.
- Are you all right? -Yes, sir. Fine, sir.
Right up there, just for a second.