Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

They don't know what it is. Vesuvius is just a mountain to them.
Your home is lost in fire, is it not?
He's on Foss Street. Big fellow, can't miss him.
An awful lot of damage. But we rebuilt.
The veil will be parted, and you'll be a seer.
Is this what's gonna happen to all of you?
The Pyrovile are stealing all its power.
an almighty empire, bestriding the whole of civilisation!
If we'd moved to Rome, like I said, she could have been a vestal virgin.
I'll see you later.
The sun will rise, the sun will set. Nothing special at all.
- And so am I. -Mr and Mrs Spartacus?
Words of wisdom. Words of power. Words of wisdom...
Quintus, me old son, this Lucius Petrus Dextrus.
What's that, then, like the mayor?
- Does it hurt? -It is necessary.
Thank you.
What's that thing?
- Where'd you get the pattern? -on the rain and mist and wind.
It echoed back into the Pyrovillian alternative.
It's Pompeii or the world.
But we have venerated her words for generations.
A temple made of wood,
What is it?
Thank you for everything.
What with that and our Evelina about to be elevated...
Look, don't tell the Doctor I said anything 'cause he'll kill me,
- Do you get any choice in that? -It's not my decision.
Every waking second I can see what is, what was, what could be, what must not.
Didn't you think of moving away? Oh, no, then again, San Francisco.
You told me not to tell you.
The false prophet will surrender both her blood
You were right.
This is a new age.
chief augur of the city government.
The tall one, he calls us mad.
You're not supposed to laugh. Thanks for that.
But that's what you do. You're the Doctor, you save people.
I can never go back. I can't. I just can't. I can't.
A face of stone.
If there are aliens at work in Pompeii, it's a good thing we stayed.
More to the point, why don't you know about it?
My masters will follow the example of Rome itself,
A female soothsayer is inclined to invent all sorts of vagaries.
But why do they need a volcano?
- What have you got? -Enlighten me.
- And the ropes? -Yeah, not so much.
The prophesies of women are limited and dull.
Lucius! My pleasure, as always.
It has come, as foretold in the prophecy.
I said it'd never last. She said, "1 know." Well, she would.
I told you to get rid of it!
- But why? -This word, this image in your mind,
Everything I'm about to say to you is true, I swear.
- I like the toga. -Thank you.
It's never forgotten, Caecilius.