Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He's going to do an explanation. That always takes a while.
It's Operation Exodus, whatever that is.
It's got your name on the label.
So we must evolve to survive, but evolution is not fast enough.
This close to a black hole,
Where are they now? Are they ok?
No.
Soon we will all be upgraded like them.
No, I didn't.
No.
Me. Me.
- Yes, thank you. - Nardole!
We are dying. All of us on this ship, dying.
You like?
Don't change the channel.
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
neither would I.
What about him?
Let's see now.
Kill. Me. Kill. Me.
On it.
- Where is Bill Potts? - Doc... tor.
Every star in the universe, we were going to see them all.
Sorry, pressed for time.
No.
So what?
Why not?
Yeah, shut up.
Two days ago there was nothing. Those readings came out of nowhere.
But what about these life forms... what are they?
I'm going to ask for a hat when it's my turn.
People, people, people, people, they're people.
What kind of treatment is that?
Would you like some tea?
Wait for me.
And you never heard from them again.
Silence.
Me? Yes, you and Nardole. You can be her companions.
I am Bill Potts.
No, me? Never.
Ah, sorry, mate. Guess what I'm about to do.
Stop mucking about and concentrate.
What happened then?
Are you only getting that now?
Hmm.
and now you've gone all cross and you're pointing a gun at me.