Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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