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00:48:00
Peter Capaldi, Pearl Mackie, Jenna Coleman
118
Only sleeping, alas.
- The film? -No, the novelisation. Yes, the film!
An Ethiop girl, a swarth, a Queen of Afric?
- Bethlem Hospital, the madhouse. -We gotta go there, right now. Come on!
Banished like a tinker's cuss, I say to thee...
The futility of this fleeting existence, to be or not to be.
Well, don't get your hose in a tangle. You'll find out soon.
Like a spell, like a code. Love's Labour's Won, it's a wea pon!
I can whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you.
- It's that Lynley bloke. -What's wrong with him?
There's enough beer in this lodgings house to sink the Spanish.
But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright
Like a spell, like a code. Love's Labour's Won, it's a wea pon!
Foul Carrionite spectre,
- There's 14 lines in a sonnet. -So there is.
Good mistress, this poor fellow has died from a sudden imbalance of the humours.
A natural, if unfortunate, demise. Catt the constable, have him taken away.
Ooh! Sorry, sir. Begging your pardon, sir.
Yes, and If aile. Now, make the most of it.
-...mewling poor, droop men... -Stop the play!
Must have been dozing off when he wrote that. I don't even know what it means.
And if you exaggerate that...
The Carrionites vanish. Where did you go?
I've never seen a death like it. His lungs are full of water. He drown.
Then the human race will be purge as pestilence.
Water damp the fiercest flame.
I gaze upon this bag of bones,
In the night, they whisper, they whisper...
Where the patients are whip to entertain the gentry?
How come it disappear in the first place?
# That bursts then fade away
No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketch with me,
As soon as this Doctor scream his last.
# That burst then fades away
I thought then he smelt of something new.
Oh, 57 academics just punch the air. Now, move!
Erm, verily, forsooth, egads!
Erm, verily, forsooth, egads!
She's somehow out of her time.
Though, strictly speaking, it's not a globe.
Besides, you'd be surprised.
Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that.
Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not gonna work on me.
words that last forever!
Your effect is special, indeed.
Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed.
Pish! It's out of season to be heavy disposed.
This performance must end immediately.
Perhaps it's time I wrote about fathers and sons,
The Carrionites use words instead.
That's something to look forward to.
Not... Not quite yet.
Round about, um, ooh, 1599.
Funny thing is, I don't actually remember writing them.
Behold the swinish sight of woman's love.
"...and strikes the fulsome grove of Rexel 4."
You must forgive our irksome Will.
"betwixt Dravidian shore..."
Maria means to present Isis to send him from the dewy orb of heaven.
- His mind was addled. -Where is he now?
A trite reply, yeah? That's what I do.
This is abominable behaviour.
Stop that pernicious Doctor!
Hold hard, wanton woman!
- You should write that down. -Hmm, maybe not. A bit pretentious?
The futility of this fleeting existence, to be or not to be.
It's a vile shade.
Why wait we on stale custom for consummation?
Oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts.
Close up this din of hateful, dire decay,
- My sworn enemy. -What?
Water damps the fierce flame.