Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I predict a future of prosperity and might,
They say she has remarkable visions.
The gods are with us.
Sacrifice her!
- Get off. -Apologise right now.
they saw the truth again and again. It's quite amazing.
- What's that mean? -Even the word "Doctor" is false.
- But he's... -Show me.
Then he is a stranger to Pompeii. Soon he will learn.
Man from Gallifrey.
- I can see. -What is it?
That's just it. Don't you see, Donna? Can't you understand?
Just makes it look like English. Speech as well.
But the wind is felt most keenly in the dark.
- What? -The volcano.
Doctor!
This is just weird! I mean, everyone here's dead.
Nothing to worry about, I'm sure you've got nothing to hide.
- Which is what? -The future, Doctor!
What?
I'm not an expert,
Another with the gift.
The strangest of images.
so no one can see what you're building.
- In a lava? No? -No.
My carvings!
And yet the son of the father must also rise.
- How's he mean, Celtic? -Welsh. You sound Welsh.
You're not telling me the Tardis has gone.
Now then, Lucius, my Lord Pyrovillian.
Here at Ood Operations we like to think of the Ood as our trusted friends.
- I beg your pardon? -Doctor, that's your name.
Is that your opinion as a doctor?
If I said, "Veni, didi, vici," to that lot, what would it sound like?
The birds are flying north and the wind is in the west.
- They're all consuming this. -Dust?
To warn everyone, start the evacuation!
You are a lord, sir.
You call it modern art, I call it a blooming great waste of space.
- Where has it gone? -Sold it, didn't I?
That's the equivalent of the ten o'clock news.
They're breathing in Vesuvius.
Oh, look at Quintus. My son, the doctor.
- Not now, Quintus. -But she's sick. just look at her!
Sweetheart, can you see? Tell us, what's going to happen?
the gods of the underworld!
Hold on there, Evelina.
Just leave her alone.
Oh, my God.
Fish! Get your fresh fish!
Me no speak Celtic. No can do, missy.
Can't you change it with these controls?
Like what?
She never complains, bless her.
Oh, but you can read my mind. You know it's not.
No, no, no, that's the Tardis translation circuits.