Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There now, Metella, have you ever heard such wisdom?
Ancient Rome!
- They're all consuming this. -Dust?
And yet this was meant to be.
Huh? Sorry?
- I concede that every sun must set. -Ha!
How's your head, sunshine?
What was that?
What about you, Evelina? Can you see anything?
- I'm not going. -It's ready, sir.
in the thirteenth book of the Sibylline Oracles.
Oi! Don't get clever in Latin.
Hello!
She didn't mean to be rude.
- Oh, no, no, no. We're not married. -Not together.
Well, not to them, obviously.
and you've got all this technology, why don't you just go home?
-and her breath. -I'll surrender you in a minute.
Yeah.
Like veni, vidi, vici. My dad said that when he came back from football.
Maybe it erupts and they launch themselves back into space or something.
don't you think they should get out of town?
What do you do in old Pompeii, then, girls your age?
But seeing the future, that is way beyond psychic.
- Who thought of that? -The soothsayers.
Push this lever and it's over.
The seed may float on the breeze in any direction.
- Doctor, Donna. Friends! -The circle must be broken!
according to the universal ratification of the Shadow Proclamation.
Yeah.
Twenty thousand.
Have it your way.
- Ha! I've got it! Foss Street, this way! -No!
Might I beg audience? Look upon the High Priestess.
What's that noise?
You're kidding.
That's why the soothsayers can't see the volcano.
- Says who? -Says me.
Nice teeth. Truth be told, I think she had a bit of a thing for me.
You insult the gods!
- What are the Pyrovile doing here? -We fell from the heavens.
Crush them! Burn them!
What did he buy a big, blue, wooden box for?