Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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