Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It's the burden of a Time Lord, Donna.
The mountain god marks your words. I'd be careful if I were you.
But if it's aliens setting off the volcano,
This man would prevent the rise of Pompeii!
Is that what's gonna happen to Evelina?
What is it? What's that noise?
Those two, they use words like tricksters. They're mocking us.
Prison ship. Gene bank.
Where does the gift of prophecy come from?
- London. -How does he know that?
...then you'll be happy, too.
Donna, stop it.
- Then what must we do? -The false prophet must die.
I think we're all right.
Wait a minute.
By the gods, Mother, what have you been doing to her?
And you think that's all right, do you?
Oh, you must excuse my friend, she's from Barcelona.
But everyone's going to die.
Well, don't go telling them that.
That thing in the villa, that was an adult Pyrovile.
- What's wrong with her arm? -An irritation of the skin.
Only the menfolk have the capacity for true perception.
You've got to go back! Doctor, I'm telling you, take this thing back!
Now then, Evelina, don't be rude.
So where were you last night? Down the thermapolium, I bet.
There can be only one sentence. At arms!
The blue box.
Tiny particles of rock.
- Okay. -Where is it, then?
The blessings are manifold.
- What? Down there? -Yes, down there.
...but a reflection of us?
Vesuvius awaits.
Oh, brother and sister? Yes, of course!
Your knowledge is impossible.
just for one day, just for tomorrow, but you've got to get out.
What, the soothsayer doesn't know?
Name yourself. Planet of origin,
But there is heat enough in this world for a new species to rise!
Pyrovile!
Oh, Spartacus, for shame!