Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Oh, Rhombus, I'm a little bit peckish.
While we're here, wouldn't you recommend a holiday, Spartacus?
I don't know...
A rare and great honour, sir, for you to come to my house.
Hell of a woman. Blimey! She can dance the tarantella.
They're laughing at us.
It's like some sort of...volcano.
- Don't you dare. -You will be silent.
Heed my words.
I found this big sort of amphitheatre thing.
Modern art!
Sometimes I need someone.
Sometimes, in the smoke,
This lovely family, mother and father and son,
an endless empire of Pompeii,
There is only one prophecy!
Dying man's wish.
Ipso facto...
I am promised to the sisterhood for the rest of my life.
Tomorrow that mountain is going to explode.
We're right inside the mountain.
Well, I might just have something to say about that, spaceman!
The most terrible choice.
What would you tell her, sister?
The moment of revelation.
- Have they invented bells yet? -What do you want a bell for?
Sisters, I see into his mind. The weapon is harmless.
My lord Lucius was very specific.
I only bought it today!
No, don't go to the beach! Don't go to the beach! Go to the hills!
Someone mention vestal virgins?
- But that looks like a circuit. -Made of stone.
O mighty Vesuvius, accept these offerings
but that's the choice, Donna.
I respect your victory, Lucius. Shake on it?
Pompeii is fixed.
Water, we need water! Quintus, all of you, get water! Donna!
You tell me.
- Doctor, what is it? -Think we're being followed.
You got mates? Do you go hanging about round the shops?
You can't just leave them!
But your own planet. It burned.
I beg audience with the High Priestess of the Sibylline.
- I'm expecting a visitor. -Well, that's me, I'm a visitor.