She lets her knowledge out a bit at a time, so as not to embarrass me.

Don't you think you're being rather high-handed, young man? You thought you saw a young girl enter the yard, you imagine you heard her voice, you believe she might be in there. Not very substantial, is it?

I tolerate this century but I don't enjoy it.

Have you ever thought what it's like, to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? Have you? To be exiles?

Your arrogance is nearly as great as your ignorance.

There is no indignity in being afraid to die, but there is a terrible shame in being afraid to live.

I'm afraid we have no time for codes and manners.

A rash action is worse than no action at all.

"Frankly Doctor, I find it hard to keep pace with you."

"You mean 'to keep one jump ahead'; that you will never be!"

It was your instincts and intuition against my logic, and you succeeded.

"You know, I acquired that ulster from Gilbert and Sullivan."

"Oh, really? I thought it was made for two."

"Perhaps it's frozen."

"No, impossible... not in this temperature. Besides, it's too warm."

"What's that awful noise?"

"I beg your pardon... 'Awful noise'? A good way to talk about my singing!"

"No, Doctor, not that awful noise -- the other one!"

"Where's your spirit of adventure, hm?"

"It died a slow and painful death when those bats came out of the rafters."

You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delight and satisfaction of the arts... the gentle art of fisticuffs.

One day I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. Goodbye, Susan.

That is the dematerializing control. And that, over yonder, is the horizontal hold. Up there is the scanner, those are the doors, that is a chair with a panda on it. Sheer poetry, dear boy. Now please stop bothering me.

"What do you think of that, now, eh? A Viking helmet."

"Maybe."

"What do you mean, 'maybe'? What do you think it is, a space helmet for a cow?"

"Why do you suppose they're fighting?"

"I haven't the remotest idea, my boy. No doubt their reasons will be entirely adequate."

Who am I to fear the thunder, you superstitious dark dodging decadent?

"How dare you? I am high priestess of Troy!"

All right, then, get back to your temple before you give us all galloping religious mania!

"You see, I'm treated with more respect by the enemy than I am by my own family."

"They don't know you as well as we do."

"How do you know?"

"I don't know, I'm guessing."

I can stand an operation on its head quicker than anyone.

Bad laws were made to be broken.

Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority.

Your leader will be angry if you kill me; I'm a genius!

You could augment an earwig to the point where it understood nuclear physics, but it would still be a very stupid thing to do!

The universe should be big enough for the both of us ... just.

"Look at him! He's got 'archaeologist' written all over him!"

"Really? Does it show?"

"You look very nice in that dress, Victoria."

"Thank you. You don't think it's a bit, uh --"

"A bit short? Oh, I wouldn't worry about that. Look at Jamie's."

Do not raise your voice. You will achieve nothing by shouting.

"Yes, yes, I can see that, but how did you know in the first place?"

"Oh, I use my own special technique."

"Oh, really, Doctor? And may we know what that is?"

"Keeping my eyes open and my mouth shut."

I love to see the experts at work, don't you?

If you take the sum of the integrates [sic] and express the results as a power series, then the interstices show the basic binary blocks, although I wouldn't do it if I were you.

Your struggle is futile.

Our lives are different from anybody else's. That's the exciting thing. Nobody in the universe can do what we're doing!

"The power cable generated an electrical field and confused their tiny metal minds. You might almost say they had a complete metal breakdown."

<wincing> "Oooh."

"I'm so sorry."

"He's fortunate. I spared him."

"You mean you missed him."

When I say run, run!

My dear Miss Shaw, I never "report myself" anywhere.. particularly not "forthwith".

"It bombards atoms with subatomic particles."

"Why?"

"I take it you're yet another member of the UNIT team?"

"Yes. Depressing, isn't it?"

"This is the permanent undersecretary."

"Yes, well, I've got no time to chat to undersecretaries, permanent or otherwise."

"You were a respected scientist once."

"Grossly underpaid."

I can also withstand considerably more G-force than most people, even though I do say so myself.

Didn't you find two angry men stuck to my car?

"The only people who could set this up would be foreign agents with enormous resources."

"And hair combs."

"Don't try anything."

"It's all right; I won't hurt you."

"Control to capsule: do you have visual contact?"

"Do you mean 'Can I see it'?"

"Now look, this is a government project, right?"

"Right."

"So now I'm a sort of temporary civil servant."

"Broadly speaking, yes. How do you like the idea?"

"No comment."

Mind you, I'm not wild about computers myself, but they are a tool. If you have a tool, it's stupid not to use it.

"But I don't exist in your world!"

"Then you won't feel the bullets when we shoot you."

"You are giving us a great deal of trouble."

"I'm delighted to hear that."

"I'm your new assistant."

"Oh, no."

"I thought you said you took science at A level."

"I didn't say I passed."

What the blazes are you doing in here? Don't you know this area is strictly off-limits to everybody except the tea lady and the Brigadier's personal staff?

Oh, by the way, talking of eggs, I want a four-hour scan below the hydrogen line tomorrow; I'll give you the precise wavelength later.

Nonsense; what you need, as Ms Shaw herself so often remarked, is someone to pass you your test tubes and tell you how brilliant you are. Miss Grant will fulfill that function admirably.

"I'm travelling incognito."

"Oh? Why?"

"We Time Lords don't care to be conspicuous." <looks at the Doctor> "Some of us, that is."

That jackanapes! All he ever does is cause trouble.

You are incorrigibly meddlesome, Doctor, but we've always felt that your hearts are in the right places.

"I refuse to be worried by a renegade like the Master. He's an unimaginative plodder."

"His degree in cosmic science was of a higher class than yours."

"Yes, well, I was a late developer."

"How much did he pay you?"

"Come, come, Doctor -- gentlemen don't discuss money."

"Nonsense; gentlemen never talk about anything else."

I think you'll find, Sir, that I'm qualified to deal with practically everything, if I choose.

"Jo, it's a pity escapology wasn't part of your curriculum."

"Funny you should say that. Look." <shows untied hand>

"What else can we do?"

"Nothing very much. Oh, I suppose you can take the normal precautions against a nuclear blast, like sticky tape on the windows and that sort of thing."

"What about the Master?"

"I sincerely hope he's with them."

"Hope?"

"I can't be absolutely sure, I was pretty busy at the time. But I'm 90% certain, though."

"How much?"

"Well, pretty certain. <pause> Well, I suppose he could have got away."

"I don't believe it. It's bigger inside than out!"

"Yes, the TARDIS is dimensionally transcendental."

"What does that mean?"

"It means it's bigger inside than out."

"Is the atmosphere poisonous?"

"No, no. It's quite healthy. Similar to Earth, before the invention of the motorcar."

Everything that happens in life has a scientific explanation -- if you look for it.

"Would you like to explain that reference, Professor?"

"No."

Why should I believe you? A rationalist existentialist priest, indeed!

"I don't get it."

"Probably because I haven't finished, Captain Yates."

I'm not going to sit here like a spare lemon waiting for the squeezer.

"Look, we'd get along much faster if we knew what we were doing."

"Yes, I couldn't agree with you more, Sergeant. Now let's concentrate, shall we?"

"Do you know what you're doing?"

"My dear chap, I can't wait to find out."

"How on Earth did you do that?"

"Elemental, my dear Benton."

Jenkins! Chap with the wings there -- five rounds rapid.

Look, try and use your intelligence, man, even if you are a politician.

That's a most good-natured wine. A touch sardonic, perhaps, but not cynical. A most civilized wine, one after my own heart.

A dream? Really, Doctor, you'll be consulting the entrails of a sheep next.

You know, Doctor, you're quite the most infuriating man I've ever met.

"I feel like the back end of a pantomime horse."

"Very suitable for a keen young man like you."

"Eh? Come again?"

"Starting at the bottom."

Do you know he has an excellent brain, that man... though a little pedestrian. But oh dear, what a bore the fellow is!

"Empirical?"

"That, Sgt. Benton, means that I haven't got a clue what I'm doing."

"You're mad... paranoid!"

"Who isn't? The only difference is that I'm just a little more honest than the rest."

Oh, those are my subconscious thoughts. I shouldn't listen to them too hard if I were you; I'm not all that proud of some of them.

"E equals m C cubed."

"Squared."

"What?"

"E = m C squared, not cubed."

"Not in the extratemporal physics of the time vortex."

"It doesn't work."

"<dryly> You astound me."

"The thing is, Doctor, is there anything I can do?"

"Yes, pass me a silicon rod, will you?" <stirs his tea with it>

"Well, Sergeant? Aren't you going to say that it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside? Everybody else does."

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?"

"Nothing to do with you surprises me any more."

"Thank you for the compliment."

"So why don't you consult those all-powerful superiors of yours?"

"Oh, right now they're far from superior. That's why they left it up to me and me and me."

I can see you've been doing the TARDIS up a bit. I don't like it.

"What are we going to do now?"

"Keep it confused, feed it with useless information. I wonder if I have a television set handy?"

"Look, if you can't reverse the energy drain, the fabric of the entire Universe could be torn apart."

"What if it is? It will make an interesting spectacle."

Power is the only freedom that I seek.

"If only I could find my recorder, I could play you a little something to pass the time."

"We should be thankful for small mercies."

We're talking about one of the most powerful blokes in the cosmos. "Nobble" him?

The generators were built by the old Eternity Perpetual company. They were designed to last forever; that's why the company went bankrupt.

The Tribunal is not deliberating, the Tribunal is arguing. Quite nonsensically, if I may say so.

One has no wish to be devoured by alien monstrosities, even in the cause of political progress.

"Put your finger on there a minute, will you?"

"Here?" <electrical sparks fly> "Ouch!"

"Good; that must be the live terminal."

But Doctor, it's exactly your cup of tea. The fellow's bright green, apparently, and dead.

"Do I have to order you, Doctor?"

"I wouldn't advise it."

"Your paper on DNA synthesis was quite remarkable for your age."

"A promising youngster, huh?"

"No, no; I mean for the age that you live in."

Brigadier, a straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.

"Mark you, it was quite a hairy trip. Good old TARDIS was almost done for -- 'time ram'..."

"Oh, don't tell me. The TARDIS was attacked by a randy sheep with a clock for a face?"

"Look, what's the use of employing the finest investigative journalist in the business --"

"Pause for hollow laughter."

"You see, it's been an age-old custom for at least five years that..."

"Do you know -- yesterday I saw a fox in Piccadilly?"

"And nightingales in Berkeley Square?"

Well, don't just stand there, Sergeant Benton. Go put yourself under arrest.

"I see."

"Do you?"

"No."

"It's rather a pity, in a way. Now the universe is down to 699 wonders."

When everything is new, can anything be a surprise?

"Tommy, you're normal! You're just like everybody else!"

"I sincerely hope not."

The ceremonial gift merely symbolizes friendship. We have no need for symbols, you and I.

"I know who you are now."

"You were always a little slow on the uptake, my boy."

I had to face my fear, Sarah. That was more important than just going on living.

"This is the abbot of-- no, it's Cho-je. I mean, it looks like Cho-je -- but it's really K'anpo Rinpoche ... I think."

"Thank you. That makes everything quite clear."

Why is a mouse when it spins?

You may be a doctor, but I am the Doctor. The definite article, one might say.

"Believe me, Doctor, the place is impregnable."

"Never cared much for the word 'impregnable'. Sound a bit too much like 'unsinkable'."

"What's wrong with 'unsinkable'?"

"Nothing, as the iceberg said to the Titanic."

"Well naturally enough the only country that could be trusted with such a role was Great Britain."

"Well, naturally. I mean, the rest were all foreigners."

The trouble with computers, of course, is that they're very sophisticated idiots.

You know, just once I'd like to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets.

There's no point in being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes.

"For interrogation? Good, I enjoy interrogations."

"Yes, you look the type."

"And Davros is never wrong about anything."

"Then he must be exceptional; even I'm occasionally wrong about some things."

Just touch these two strands together, and the Daleks are finished. Have I that right?

But the final responsibility is mine, and mine alone. Listen; if someone who knew the future pointed out a child to you, and told you that that child would grow up totally evil, to be a ruthless dictator who would destroy millions of lives, could you then kill that child?

Failed? No, not really. You see, I know that although the Daleks will create havoc and destruction for millions of years, I know also that out of their evil must come something good.

Oil, an emergency? About time the people who run this planet of yours realize that to be dependent upon a mineral slime just doesn't make sense. Now, the energizing of hydrogen---

"As far as we know, the sea was calm and empty."

"It may be calm, but it's never empty."

"Doctor, are you a party to this militaristic nonsense?"

"I'm not a party to any kind of nonsense, your Grace."

I underestimated his intelligence, but he underestimated the power of organic crystallography.

It takes all sorts to make a galaxy.

The Cabinet's accepted my report, and the whole affair is now completely closed. ... A fifty-foot monster can't swim up the Thames and attack a large building without some people noticing, but you know what politicians are like.

You and I are scientists, Professor. We buy our privilege to experiment at the cost of total responsibility.

"Victoria wore [that dress]. She travelled with me for a time."

"Well, as long as Albert didn't wear it."

I'm a Time Lord... I'm not a human being. I walk in eternity.

"We travel in time, Mr Scarman. I'm really from 1980."

"That is utterly preposterous, Miss Smith."

"Yes. Sorry."

"Are you telling me you don't know what year it is?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't ask. Don't be obtuse, man!"

Well, you see, Mr Scarman, I have the advantage of being slightly ahead of you. Sometimes behind you, but normally ahead of you.

"I see."

"I'm sure you don't, but it's very nice of you to try."

"Where are we?"

"Hiding."

"Where?"

"A priest's hole."

"In a Victorian Gothic folly? Nonsense."

"You're so pedantic at a time like this? What does it matter?"

That's the world as Sutekh would leave it: a desolate planet circling a dead sun.

Deactivating a generator loop without the correct key, it's like repairing a watch with a hammer and chisel. One false move and you'll never know the time again.

Evil? Your evil is my good. I am Sutekh the destroyer. Where I tread I leave nothing but dust and darkness. I find that good.

"That's too obvious."

"Well, a door handle usually is."

"Not in a jail."

"But I thought Horus was one of the good guys."

"He was an Osiran, with all their guile and ingenuity. They had dome- shaped heads and cerebrums like spiral staircases."

My memory is getting poor. 300 years ago I would have recognized this like a shot.

"What's this pub called?"

"The Fleur de Lis, isn't it?"

"Marie Celeste, more like."

Is that finger loaded?

"So far, so good"

"Said the man when he fell from the skyscraper."

The best-laid plans of mice and Kraals gang aft a-gley.

"I feel disoriented."

"This is the Disorientation Centre."

"That makes sense."

"Must have blacked out."

"Yes, you did. The G-force cut the blood supply to what you humans laughingly call your higher centres."

"I hate sarcasm, especially when I'm dying."

"So, providing we don't burn up on re-entry and aren't suffocated on the way down, we'll probably be smashed to a pulp when we land."

"Exactly. Sarah, you've put your finger on the one tiny flaw in our plan."

"Our plan? It's your plan!"

You mean you still practice teleportation? How quaint! Now, if you got yourself a decent forklift truck...

Death is the price we pay for progress, you know.

I know the Time Lords -- pallid, tedious worms!

"And what is your bureau doing about bonsai?"

"Bonsai, Mr Chase?"

"Mutilation and torture, Mr Dunbar. The hideous, grotesque Japanese practice of miniaturizing shrubs and trees. What is your bureau doing about that?"

You are concerned about the fate of the blue whale and the natterjack toad, yet the obvious, most defenceless part of creation, the kingdom of plant life, receives no protection at all.

"You must be the Doctor. We were expecting someone much older."

"I'm only 749. Used to be even younger."

"Are you OK, dressed like that? You don't seem to notice the cold."

"I haven't come ten thousand miles to discuss the weather, Mr Moberly."

It's more serious than death, Mr Stevenson. He's changing form.

"They travel in pairs, like policemen."

"Well, what are we going to do with it? Buy it a truncheon?"

"You're going well outside the law, Mr Chase."

"I understand policemen are few and far between in the Antarctic."

You know, Doctor, I could play all day in my green cathedral.

"You're working for a madman, Scorby; you know that?"

"He pays well. And when it comes to money, Mr Chase and I are of the same religion."

"Franklin Adams, 1881-1960. American humorist."

"The quotes are over, Doctor!"

"Boot cupboard? But it's enormous!"

"Oh, I've seen bigger boot cupboards."

"There are no measurements in infinity. You humans have got such limited little minds; I don't know why I like you so much."

"Because you have such good taste."

"There's this man in Florence claims that by arranging ground glasses in a certain order, it's possible to see the moon and stars as large as your hand."

"Is that a good thing?"

"Exactly as it was foretold -- a maiden fair of face and sturdy of body."

"You can forget the flattery; what do you lot want?"

I warn you, Rossini -- fail me, and you will breakfast on burning coals.

"Oh, stop being so silly."

"Remember the French at Agincourt."

"But they lost!"

You know, the worse the situation the worse your jokes get.

A Time Lord has to do what a Time Lord has to do.

"Is it dangerous?"

"Well, only if I guessed wrong, and then it's fatal."

"Therefore, if I've guessed correctly about the nature of helix energy, I should be able to drain it off."

"But what if you've guessed wrong?"

"When did I ever guess wrong about anything?"

"Lots of times."

Had a hard day in the catacombs, have we?

Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!

Chancellor, all presidents are faced with difficult decisions. It is by their decisions that they are judged.

If heroes don't exist, it is necessary to invent them; good for public morale.

Later, Castellan, we must take another look at data security.

"Only in mathematics will we find truth." ... Borusa used to say that during my time at the Academy, and now he's setting out to prove it.

As I believe I told you long ago, Doctor, you will never amount to anything in the galaxy while you retain your propensity for vulgar facetiousness.

Beware the devious Calib. One day he'll get so cunning even he won't know what he's planning.

"The Evil One!"

"Well, nobody's perfect, but that's overstating it a little."

"Would you like a jelly baby?"

"It is true, then; the Evil One eats babies!"

"I don't know what to believe any more."

"Well, that sounds healthy, anyway. Never be certain of anything; it's a sign of weakness."

I'm the Doctor. Who are you and why are you shooting at me?

You can't expect perfection, not even from me.

"You know, I had a feeling that Niever was actually expecting to hear an answer to his prayer."

"There wouldn't be much point in praying if you didn't."

"I could quote you a few theologians who'd give you an argument on that."

You know the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common. They don't alter their views to fit the facts, they alter the facts to fit their views, which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering.

"Do you know what that is?"

"It is a laserson probe. It can puncture fist-sized holes in six-inch armor plate, or take the crystals from a snowflake, one by one."

"Yes, that's right. No handyman should be without one."

Please do not throw hands at me.

"Robots can't harm humans; it's the first principle."

"The second principle is that humans can't harm robots. I know, I've tried and they don't bleed."

"I see, you're one of those boring maniacs who's going to gloat, hm? You going to tell me your plan for running the universe?"

"Oh no, Doctor. I'm going to burn out your brain, very slowly."

"Doctor, why didn't the helium make your voice go squeaky?"

"Because I'm a Time Lord. I've been around, you know."

"This is a big village."

"Yes."

"What's the name of the tribe here?"

"Cockneys."

"Good evening, sir. Do you know this young female, sir?"

"Oh, yes, yes. We were attacked by this little man and four other little men."

"When I got here, sir, he was being strangled with his own pigtail."

"Really? Girlish enthusiasm, officer?"

"Flickering shadows, Casey. Trick of the light."

"Shadows don't groan, Mr Jago. Shadows don't clank chains and moan like all the demented souls in hell."

"Forgive us, ma'am."

"For what?"

"For being so indelicate in the presence of a lady of refinement."

"Does he mean me?"

Sleep is for tortoises.

Elementary, my dear Litefoot.

Soon I shall join my ancestors. Already I can see them. They walk to greet me from the palace of jade. They are smiling, and carry gifts of fruit and flowers. Now I cross the golden bridge of the gods.

"Eureka" is Greek for "This bath is too hot".

"And then, for example, I would say, 'One lump or two, Miss Leela?' To which you reply 'One will suffice, thank you.' Now do you follow?"

"Supposing I want two?"

"Oh no no no; one lump for ladies."

"Then why do you ask me?"

Enjoy your death as I enjoyed killing you.

"Aye, though we hunted high and low, and hunted everywhere, of the three men's fate we found no trace, in any time, in any place, but a door ajar, and an untouched meal, and an over-tottled chair."

That's the trouble with computers, always think in black and white. No aquamarines, no blues, no imagination.

Sometimes, my brilliance astonishes even me.

"That's your answer to everything -- knock it on the head."

"Effective, isn't it? Smash it once and for all?"

"Shall we try using our intelligence?"

"Well, if you think that's a good idea."

Your ancestors have a talent for self-destruction that borders on genius.

"There's a corpse by the wood."

"What sort of corpse?"

"A dead one; what other sort is there?"

"By the look of him, he didn't die easily."

"It is never easy to die."

Good morning, ladies. Now which one of you has the time scanner?

"You've both escaped from somewhere, haven't you?"

"Frequently."

"How do 'e know so much?"

"I read a lot."

The fifth planet is 107 million miles out and 12 million years back, so we've no time to lose.

It's a good thing your tribe never developed guns; they'd have woken with a start one morning and wiped themselves out.

The Time Lords are a very meticulous people; you have to be when you live as long as we do.

"That would explain the dark side of man's nature, but it's just a theory."

"A pretty wild one."

"It's more fun that way."

"There was even a picture of a tree, a fine thing."

"Simply a primitive way of producing oxygen. Thank the Company, we have no need of trees on Pluto."

He can't make ends meet -- probably too many economists in the government.

"These 'taxes', they are like sacrifices to tribal gods?"

"Well, roughly speaking, but paying taxes is more painful."

This is the moment when I get a real sense of job satisfaction.

Grinding oppression of the masses is the only policy that pays dividends.

"Have you ever heard of the Flying Dutchman?"

"No."

"Pity; I've often wanted to know who he was."

Prognostication impossible in matters concerning the Doctor.

It's always a matter of time, eh Castellan? Especially for Time Lords...

Cerebral circuits in order. Physiognomy dubious.

"What form of treachery are you planning now?"

"A rather more effective form than your own, I hope."

<looks at his palm> "I know this TARDIS like the back of my hand." <Leela turns the Doctor's hand over>

Why don't you stabilize your pedestrian infrastructure, President?

There is no point in further discussion. Discussion is for the wise and the helpless, and I am neither.

Maybe I am getting too young for this sort of thing.

One grows tired of jelly babies, Castellan. One grows tired of almost everything, Castellan, except power.

"But you have access to the greatest source of knowledge in the universe."

"Well, I do talk to myself sometimes, yes."

"I mean the Matrix."

"Where will he go now?"

"Somewhere else."

"You mean nothing will happen to me?"

"Nothing at all. Ever."

"My name is Romanadvoratrelundar."

"I'm so sorry about that. Is there anything we can do?"

It's funny, but you know, before I met you, I was actually willing to be impressed.

"But he had such an honest face."

"Romana, you can't be a successful criminal with a dishonest face."

"You don't think that's wrong, do you?"

"Wrong? It's an economic miracle. Of course it's wrong."

I'll never be cruel to an electron in a particle accelerator again.

He's the one you should be talking to, or rather listening to, if you have the stamina.

Doctor, beware; your manner appeals only to the homicidal side of my nature.

"I just put 1.795372 and 2.204628 together."

"And what does that mean?"

"Four!"

What do you want? You don't want to take over the universe, do you? No... you wouldn't know what to do with it, beyond shout at it.

The concept is simply staggering. Pointless, but staggering.

My biorhythms must be at an all-time low.

"A plank?"

"The theory is very simple. You walk along it, at the end you fall off. Drop one thousand feet. Dead."

"All guards, alert: someone is using a counterjamming frequency projector. Find it and destroy it immediately."

"I don't suppose any of the guards know what a counterjamming frequency projector looks like."

"Destroy everything!"

"I warn you, Doctor; he doesn't like scientists."

"Well, very few people do, in my experience."

"I still don't understand about hyperspace."

"Well, who does?"

"I do!"

"Oh, shut up, K9!"

Gosh, that takes me back. Or forward. That's the trouble with time travel; you can never remember.

"What's that? Is it yours?"

"My favorite charger. Strong as a tree and swift as the wind."

"Well, how does it go? What makes it work?"

"Good heavens, I don't know, my dear."

"You don't?"

"I'm a knight, not a farrier."

Would you mind not standing on my chest? My hat's on fire.

"A swordsman does not fear death if he dies with honour."

"Then he's an idiot."

"Would you let a small band of semi-savages stand in the way of progress?"

"Well, progress is a very flexible word. It can mean just about anything you want it to mean."

"Oh, it's a sort of Holy Writ?"

"It's atrociously writ."

"Why do you always assume the worst?"

"Because it usually happens."

"Where's your joy in life? Where's your optimism?"

"It opted out."

"Optimism: belief that everything will work out well. Irrational, bordering on insane."

"Oh, do shut up, K9."

I'll explain it to you another time, when I've got about two weeks to spare.

Your silliness is noted. Drive systems regenerating...

It is not power that we seek, but destruction that we glory in.

Did you ever get to Troy, Drax? A little place in Asia Minor...

Is that all you can say? She was a living being, and now what is she? A component!

"Remember me to Gallifrey."

"Bye-bye, Drax..."

We have the power to do anything we like. Absolute power over every particle in the universe. Everything that has ever existed or ever will exist, as from this moment. Are you listening to me, Romana? Because if you're not listening, I can make you listen. Because I can do anything. As from this moment there is no such thing as free will in the entire universe -- there is only my will, because I possess the Key to Time.

"Hence, this new device. It's called a randomizer, and it's fitted to the guidance systems and operates under a very complex scientific principle called pot luck. No one knows where we're going, not even the Black Guardian."

"Not even us."

How can a robot catch laryngitis? I mean, what do you need it for?

Ooh, look; rocks!

Who was it said the living are just the dead on holiday?

"Judging by design and size, I'd say it had intergalactic range and time-rip capability."

"Well, without reference to my Jane's Spacecraft of the Universe I wouldn't dispute that."

"They taught me at school how to stop my hearts."

"Hearts? How many have you got?"

"One for casual, one for best."

"I have failed!"

"What's it like?"

"There we are: the Louvre. One of the greatest art galleries in the whole galaxy."

"Nonsense; what about the Academia Stellaris on Sirius V?"

One of my funny turns? The whole world took a funny turn...

"Einstein says that--"

"I'm not paying Einstein, Professor; I'm paying you."

I say, what a wonderful butler; he's so violent!

Doctor, the more you try to convince me that you're a fool, the more I'm likely to think otherwise.

"My dear, I don't think he's as stupid as he seems."

"My dear, nobody could be as stupid as he seems."

"You know what I don't understand?"

"I expect so."

"If you do that one more time, Duggan, I'm going to take very, very severe measures."

"Yeah, like what?"

"Er... I'm going to ask you not to."

Duggan, why is it that every time I start to talk to someone, you knock him unconscious?

I suppose the best way to find out where you come from is to find out where you're going, and then work backwards.

Well, to be fair I did have a couple of gadgets he probably didn't, like a teaspoon and an open mind.

Stupid expression, "stands to reason". Why isn't it "lie down to reason"? -- much easier to reason lying down...

I suppose you could say "the yoke's on him", if you were the sort of person who said that sort of thing, which fortunately I'm not.

"Oh, you shouldn't be worried; Time Lords have 90 lives."

"How many have you got through?

"About 130."

She's tipped the ambassador into a pit and threw astrologers at him.

"I don't think we should interfere."

"Interfere? Of course we should interfere! Always do what you're best at, that's what I say."

"I like doing the impossible."

"If it's possible to get in to the situation, theoretically it should be possible to get out of it."

"Oh, you've spoilt it now."

"Me? Well, I told you, I'm from Galactic."

"Galactic went out of business twenty years ago."

"I wondered why I hadn't been paid."

"That's not good enough."

"That's what I thought."

[Professor Stein] was my mentor. We worked on this idea together, before he died, of course. Then we stopped.

"First a collision, then a dead navigator, and now a monster running about my ship. It's totally inexplicable."

"Nothing's inexplicable."

"Then explain it."

"... Inexplicable."

"Yes, but who do you work for?"

"Work for? I don't work for anybody; I'm just having fun."

"Your name and date of birth?"

"I'm called the Doctor; date of birth... difficult to remember, sometime quite soon I think."

"I've never met such idiots as those Customs men."

"Idiots? They're worse than idiots, they're bureaucrats..."

"What is it?"

"It's a perfectly ordinary electric dog."

"I shall be charging you with gross neglect of duty. The passengers should be your first concern, yet I find you drunkenly looking on as they are attacked and killed. Well?"

"They're only economy class; what's all the fuss about?"

Oh, my fingers! My arms! My legs! My everything! Argh...

"Romana, you've got two minutes, 58 seconds to rebuild this machine."

"What, this? The CET? Are you joking?"

"Do I look as if I'm joking? Well?"

"I'll need a screwdriver."

"I wonder what it would be like to be crushed into a singularity?"

"Don't stand there wondering; do something!"

Have you noticed how people's intellectual curiosity declines sharply the moment they start waving guns about?

"Brilliant! I wish I'd thought of that!"

"Oh, you will, Doctor, you will."

You know, K9, sometimes I think I'm wasted, just rushing around the universe saving planets from destruction. With a talent like mine, I might have been a great slow bowler.

"Sounds like an insecure personality to me."

"He lives in the power complex."

"That fits."

"The great civil war... only the army survived."

"Well, that sounds like a well-organized war."

"You've got the century wrong, you've got the season wrong, and you've got K9's seawater defences wrong!"

"Well, I can't get everything right."

"Just something would be a help."

One must always accept the unexpected.

"His scarf killed Stimson!"

"Arrest the scarf, then."

Evidence? You couldn't hang a hat on that.

Some galactic hobo with ideas above his station... the cosmos is full of them.

First things first, but not necessarily in that order.

"A little patience goes a long way."

"Yes. Too much patience goes absolutely nowhere."

"The marsh creatures are mindless brutes... animals!"

"Yes, easy enough to destroy. Have you ever tried creating one?"

We're all basically primeval slime with ideas above its station.

The green button, gentlemen!

"They asked me to stay on, you know -- be a Decider."

"You, a Decider?"

"Yes. I decided not to."

Knowing's easy; everyone does that ad nauseam. I just sort of hope.

"Funny about the windows?"

"What windows?"

"Yes..."

"No, I'd say a sociopathetic abscess."

"Oh, I wish I'd said that."

You can compile a reverse transition from existing data -- you love doing that.

"Well, Doctor?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

Probability computed at 0.00057, Mistress. There is a .567 error correction to that estimate. Error in error-correction estimate estimated at 0.375.

He's mad. The backblast backlash'll bounce back and destroy everything!

You were the noblest Romana of them all.

Nothing ... well, that's something.

One solid hope's worth a cartload of certainties.

"Will Romana be all right?"

"All right? She'll be superb."

"Adric, I give you a privileged insight into the mystery of time, yes?"

"Yes..."

"Open your mind to adventures beyond imagining, yes?"

"Yes..."

"And you criticize my logic!"

"No, I'm just saying that a lot of the time you don't really make sense."

"Ah. Oh, you've noticed that, have you?"

"Traken Union, famous for its harmony. A whole empire held together by... by people being terribly nice to each other."

"Well, that makes a change."

If I knew everything that was about to happen, where would the fun be?

Time reveals everything.

"As you can see, the passing ages have taken toll of me."

"Yes. Yes, I know that feeling."

They say the atmosphere there was so full of goodness that evil just shrivelled up and died. Maybe that's why I never went there.

They did say I have a terribly sophisticated prose style.

Magnificent. It's a pity about that poor chap having to sit for thousands of years in a chair, but it is magnificent.

"Still, what can't be cured must be endured."

"That's the silliest thing you've said yet."

"Then don't listen to me. I never do.

I used to know an ancient remedy for mad dogs. I must look it up sometime. Good library here, have you?

Still, the future lies this way.

"Intone the computations? Why?"

"I've wondered that myself. Never had the nerve to ask them."

"Are you sure?"

"This is life; nothing's sure."

He's a Time Lord! In many ways we have the same mind.

Fold back the omega configuration.

Never guess, unless you have to; there's enough uncertainty in the universe as it is.

"Perhaps you would like to see more of Logopolis."

"I'd prefer to see a lot less of it."

"How do we get him out of there?"

"Thought and computation."

Our manipulation of numbers directly changes the physical world. There is no other mathematics like ours.

The cheeseboard is the world, and the pieces the phenomena of the universe, as my old friend Huxley used to say. <pause> Cheeseboard?

Logopolis is a cold place, a cold high place overlooking the universe.

"If we do cooperate, there'll be no question of your ever returning to Gallifrey."

"If we don't cooperate, there'll be no question of Gallifrey."

"I envy you your TARDIS, Master."

"Excellent, Doctor; envy is the beginning of all true greatness."

"Woolly thinking, Doctor."

"Yes, very comforting when worn next to the skin."

"The Doctor calls it a reiterated invitation to deep-space alien intelligences."

"And that's us!"

It is the end... but the moment has been prepared for.

I wonder, boy, what would you do if you were me, hm? Or perhaps I should ask, what would I do if I were me?

How do we find the index file? Of course, if we had an index file, we could look it up in the index file under "index file".

That's the trouble with regeneration. You never quite know what you're going to get.

<reading label> "The solution." Oh, my little friend, if only you were...

"He says he doesn't know who he is or why he has come."

"Well, I admire a man with an open mind."

"One... two..."

"Three, sir."

"What?"

"Three, sir, it's what comes after two."

"Do you know, that's exactly what I thought?"

"And then four, and then five, and then six, and then seven---"

"Stop, please! You're making me dizzy!"

Which is the quickest way out of here? <the women all point in different directions> Yes, well, that's democracy for you.

You know, I'm very fond of history, but I don't get much time for reading.

It's on the tip of my mind.

Say something, please! "Yes" would be best.

You made us, man of evil, but we are free!

Oh, he's always in trouble, Tegan, hadn't you noticed? It amuses him...

"A doctor? Of what?"

"Everything."

"How modest."

"You're very kind."

"I am merely civilized."

"How barbaric!"

"Yes, a lot of it about."

"You possess an energy you do not understand?"

"Yes, silly, isn't it? Only my professor at the Academy seemed to understand it.

"You grasp the theory of relativity?"

"Doesn't everyone?"

Could anyone pass the sodium chloride, please?

Such a being prefers mental anarchy. They call it freedom.

"Love?"

"The exchange of two fantasies, your Majesty."

An apple a day keeps the... ah, no, never mind.

I never think twice about anything; takes too much time.

"What do we say if the door is opened?"

"'Hello'?"

Why are Earth people so parochial?

"You're being a very stupid woman."

"That isn't a very original observation."

Call yourself a Time Lord! A broken clock keeps better time than you do; at least it's accurate twice a day, which is more than you ever are!

"How do you feel now?"

"Groggy, sore, and bad-tempered."

"Oh. Almost your old self."

I said "empathise", not "be silly".

"Why didn't you say that's what you were looking for?"

"Because I wasn't looking for it until I found it."

E-space is another universe; there isn't a taxi service goes back and forth.

I'm going outside now; I might be gone some time.

I'm just a mouth on legs.

"I think Mr Ringway is recovering."

"Pity. I've just composed a particularly nasty epitaph for him."

"That could take forever."

"Then I suggest we start at once."

Now I'll never know if I was right.

You know how it is; you put things off for a day and before you know it it's a hundred years later.

"I have my orders."

"You don't have to relish them so much."

Our duty, if not our conscience, is clear.

"What would you say if I told you I was looking for my TARDIS?"

"Very little."

I hate transmats. Like travelling in a food mixer and just as dangerous.

After all, if I was suffering from amnesia I'd be the first to know about it, shouldn't I?

I've lost my TARDIS, you've lost your memory; I'd be surprised if the two events weren't related.

Oh, I know how many beans make five, Doctor. You don't have to be a Time Lord to cope with A-level maths.

"What's past is --"

"-- is very much in the present. Brigadier, you never did understand the interrelation of time."

A burden shared is a ... something or other.

It's controlled by the computer, and the computer's uncontrollable.

You represent a poor investment of my time and energy.

"It'll be good to see the TARDIS again."

"And Tegan!"

"Yes, well..."

"I don't understand it."

"He never does."

"What if the White Guardian tells me something important?"

"Thank him politely."

You are a Time Lord, a lord of time. Are there lords in such a small domain?

"Enlightenment?"

"The wisdom which knows all things and which will enable me to achieve what I desire most. Do not ask what it is; I will not tell you."

"Your companion is a very beautiful woman."

"Is she?"

"The confusion in her mind is exhilarating."

"Are you trying to tell me you're in love?"

"Love? What is 'love'? I want existence."

Enlightenment brings whatever one desires. I desire to be amused.

"Will the TARDIS still function? The console blew up!"

"Oh, probably did it the world of good."

You're missing the point. Enlightenment was not the diamond; enlightenment was the choice.

"Are you all right?"

"Just a twinge of cosmic angst."

Not allowed? Me? I'm allowed everywhere!

"I saw it in the Times."

"That's impossible; the man from the Times is still here."

"Tomorrow's Times."

Brigadier, I think our past is catching up with us. Or maybe it's our future.

A man is the sum of his memories, you know, a Time Lord even more so.

As soon as I found myself in this horrible place, I started looking for you.

"We must know what is happening there."

"Did it occur to you to go and look?"

The cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about.

"Whatever's in that tower, it's got enormous powers. What can we do against it?"

"What I've always done, Sarah Jane. Improvise."

I knew this would be difficult, but didn't think you would be so stupid as to make it impossible.

"I know you will find this difficult to believe, but this time I mean you no harm."

"Like Alice, I try to believe three impossible things before breakfast."

Ominous, isn't it?

"They burnt the Queen of the May."

"The toast of Little Hodcombe..."

"We're running out of places to run."

"The story of our lives."

"I quite miss that brown liquid they drink here."

"Ale?"

"No, tea."

"What be tea?"

"Oh, a noxious infusion of Oriental leaves containing a high percentage of toxic acid."

Not hat people, are you? Either of you?

I've got another one of these somewhere. Put them side by side, we'll have a pair.

"Systems that could rebuild a civilisation for us. Failure-proof technology."

"What happened to it all?"

"It failed."

Now please, come and see the TARDIS. As an invasion weapon it's about as offensive as a chicken vol-au-vent.

Oh, marvelous... you're going to kill me. What a finely tuned response to the situation!

Rest is for the weary; sleep is for the dead.

"Will it believe you?"

"If it doesn't, I shall beat it into submission with my charm."

You know, Griffiths, when I look at you, I wonder why your ancestors bothered to crawl out of the primordial slime.

Every time you sound confident nowadays, something terrible seems to happen.

"The rules must be obeyed by both governors as well as prisoners."

"What is the difference?"

"He's the worst governor we've had since... since..."

"Since the last one."

"Orthogonal reading is zee ess plus one oh one ee queue."

"'Zee'? Oh, 'zed'."

We are gathered here today, in the sight of the great video, to ask forgiveness...

"No more executions, torture... nothing."

"It's all changed. We're free."

"Are we?"

"Yes."

"What shall we do?"

"Dunno."

Circular logic will only make you dizzy, Doctor.

Archimedes... fascinating chap, bit wet...

Mainly decaying food... and corpses. ... That is the smell of death, Peri; ancient must, heavy in the air... fruit-soft flesh peeling from wet bones... the unholy, unburiable smell of Armageddon. Nothing quite so evocative as one's sense of smell, is there?

My dear girl, I know a computer when I talk to one.

"Oh, the usual: floor trips, electronic sensors, death rays, jets of nerve gas... nothing to worry about."

"Oh, good; I was afraid it might mean something serious."

I'm not interested in the beliefs of primitives, only in what they taste like.

"What sort of conspiracy?"

"A plot."

Small though it is, the human brain can be quite effective when used properly.

"You look better for your change of clothes and bath. Should try it more often."

"Thank you. What?"

"Allowing himself to be captured by the Sontarans -- if anything happens to myself as a result of it, I will never forgive himself."

"I do wish you'd stop switching personal pronouns."

"Stand at ease."

"We already were, Stike."

"I have always had a certain regard for you, Doctor, personally, and the operation will, of necessity, be painful, but --"

"It will hurt you more than it hurts me."

"What gives you that idea?"

"I mean human meat, you fawning imbecile!"

"No sir; the nouvelle cuisine has not yet penetrated this establishment."

Small mammals are quite flavorsome when baked.

"Peri, how would you like to meet a genius?"

"I thought I already have."

First things first -- I've a death to arrange.

"What is the noun for a collection of geniuses -- a bevy?"

"An inspiration of geniuses? Don't know..."

You're unbalanced. No wonder the Doctor always outwits you.

You don't get much, do you?

What's he up to now? It'll be something devious and overcomplicated. He'd get dizzy if he tried to walk in a straight line.

"Well, since we're insulting each other, I can't say I care much for your taste in clothes; doesn't do a thing for you."

"Your regeneration's not too attractive, either. But at least I can change my appearance; you're stuck with what you've got."

They're carnivores; what harm have the animals in the fields done them? The rabbits they snare, the sheep they nourish to slaughter -- do they worry about the lesser species when they sink their teeth into a lamb chop?

"You always did lack style."

"Style is hardly the prime characteristic of your new regeneration."

"Oh, do stop squabbling and get on with it."

A hyperactive Peri -- too ghastly to contemplate.

You are indeed a worthy opponent, Doctor. It's what gives your destruction its piquancy.

The Rani is a genius. Shame I can't stand her. I wonder if I was particularly nice to her, she might -- nope, no, of course not...

I've more reason to find him than you have. Otherwise I'm going to spend the rest of my days prancing around in these ridiculous skirts!

Don't move, Peri, don't move! The tree won't hurt you!

"Ugh, your puns get worse."

"Really? I thought they were improving."

"One question, Doctor: what, precisely, do you do in there?"

"Argue, mainly."

"Is that bad?"

"Bad? No, it's disastrous."

Time Lords do not have a monopoly on the fourth dimension, Doctor.

Choose your next words carefully, Doctor; they could be your last.

When I get back to Earth I've got to wow the college with something. My grades certainly won't.

Look, if I open that door too soon, the molecular structure of the body will break down, and poor old Stengos will turn into a pool of high-protein water. Even if I were confident I could reconstitute it, we do not have a suitable vessel into which it could be ladled.

I'm a doctor, not a magician.

"I'm sure Vogel can engage in a little creative accountancy on your behalf."

"I already do. I'm a past master at double entry."

"Then you must make it triple."

I have the President's wife out there, and I can tell you that she is far more active now then she ever was when she was alive.

Well, how do you think I feel? I'm a 900 year old Time Lord. Not much dignity in scrambling over a wall like a small boy on a scrumping spree.

Instant death doesn't bother me; it's the long, lingering kind I'm worried about.

"You forget I'm a doctor. When they slice me open, I'll know the name and function of each organ that pops out."

"Well at least you won't die in ignorance."

America doesn't have a monopoly on bad taste.

I never thought the precognizance of my own death would be so disturbing.

"You know, if the statue had been made of stone, I doubt if it could have killed you."

"Really?"

"It would take a mountain to crush an ego like yours."

"Those rose-red ruby lips were made for kissing."

"But not by you!"

A Knight of the Grand Order of Oberon... only I would be stupid enough to attack such a person.

"May I ask what you're doing here?"

"You may, but only a fool would expect an answer."

"I see you have been busy."

"Whereas you have been stupid, Doctor."

"Prerogative of a Time Lord."

"But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives?

"Certainly not. That would have created what I believe is termed 'consumer resistance'."

No more words.

"I know somewhere that is truly tranquil... peaceful... restful... a panacea for the cares of mind."

"Can't we go somewhere fun?"

"Why would they want to control the tide?"

"Well, they... er... why not?"

"Do you think this wise, Doctor?"

"My dear girl, if I stopped to question the wisdom of my actions I'd never have left Gallifrey."

"Sometimes I wish you hadn't."

Just like in the old days... nothing more enjoyable than watching people suffer!

Destiny? Isn't that just a fancy name for blind chance?

"Nice to know that you can be relied upon to be your usual treacherous self."

"I endeavour to maintain a certain continuity."

"You won't convict me by using shock tactics."

"I require nothing so crude, my dear Doctor. All that will prove necessary is the truth."

"What about your companion, Doctor?"

"Oh, Peri? Quite unsuitable: silly, female, flibbertigibbet... hopeless!"

"His name is Dorf, and you are scum!"

"No, actually I'm known as the Doctor."

Everyone has a "point" nowadays. I am a man of action, not reason!

You think like a warrior but you do not act like one; it's most perplexing...

We shall release the slaves, and then on to death!

I'm as truthful, honest, and about as boring as they come.

Here the only logic is that there isn't any logic.

It takes time, Doctor, but eventually you get there.

In all my travellings through the universe, I have battled against evil, against power-mad conspirators. I should have stayed here! The oldest civilization: decadent, degenerate, and rotten to the core. Power-mad conspirators, Daleks, Sontarans, Cybermen; they're still in the nursery compared to us. Ten million years of absolute power, that's what it takes to be really corrupt!

I knew this was a mistake; my grip on reality's not too good at the best of times.

There is nothing purer and more unsullied, Madam, than the desire for revenge, but, if you follow the metaphor, I've thrown a pebble into the water, perhaps killing two birds with one stone and causing ripples that will rock the High Council to its foundations.

This is a very odd waiting room. Where are the hopelessly out-of-date magazines?

Great cosmic protector of grafters and dissemblers, save me! Save meee!

You cannot speak as though reality is a one-dimensional concept.

There are times in our relationship when I feel an interpreter wouldn't come amiss.

"It seems pretty far gone; need a genius to unravel it..."

"But Doctor, you're a genius!"

"Oh yes, I definitely remember that."

I'm as fit as a trombone.

A bad workman always blames his fools.

... like a bull in a barber shop.

You don't understand regeneration, Mel; it's a lottery, and I've drawn the short plank.

The more I know me, the less I like me.

"A little portentous, perhaps, Mel?"

<sotto voce> "'Pretentious' is the word."

Thank goodness in this regeneration I've regained my impeccable sense of haute couture.

Absence makes the nose grow longer.

More hasta, less vista.

The proof of the pumpkin is in the squeezing.

And I'm suffering from post-regeneration amnesia, as far as I can remember.

"You must be the Doctor. I've met your companion Mel."

"Don't hold that against me."

"Are these old ladies annoying you?"

"No!"

"Are you annoying these old ladies?"

No cause for panic? Two of my next-door neighbours have just disappeared down the waste disposal chute!

"Don't you think it's wonderful to be somewhere calm and clean and relaxing?"

"It makes me nervous."

"Fact is, I'm on a mission of highly philanthropic nature."

"What's that?"

"It means it's beneficial to mankind."

"I know what 'philanthropic' means! What's the mission?"

"The money?"

"Gone the way of all organic matter I'm afraid; down the tubes."

It was only a small explosion. They couldn't understand how blowing up the art room was a creative act.

Right, freeze! I mean, don't freeze, I mean stand still!

Do you feel like arguing with a can of deodorant that registers 9 on the Richter Scale?

If he was a mortician, the corpses would keep their eyes open.

"Excuse me, what's your attitude towards the nature of existence? For example, do you hold any strong theological opinions?"

"I think you'll find that most educated people regard mythical convictions as fundamentally animistic."

"I see; that's a very interesting concept."

"Personally, I find most experiences border on the existential."

"What are you doing here?"

"That's a very difficult question. Why is everyone around here so preoccupied with metaphysics?"

"I think she's going to kill us, Doctor."

"Ah, an existentialist!"

Funny old business, time; it delights in frustrating your plans.

That's right, yes, you're going. Gone for ages. Already gone. Still here. Just arrived. Haven't even met you. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.

Think about me, when you're living your life, one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the oldest traveller and his old police box, his days like crazy paving.

"Give me an A-flat."

"Eh?"

"No, A-flat."

I don't believe you've met my young friend Ace, an expert in calorification, incineration, carbonization, and inflammation.

I'm finding this rather tiresome.

I can hear the sound of empires toppling.

"What am I dealing with? Little green men?"

"No -- little green blobs in bonded polycarbide armour."

Ace, give me some of that Nitro-9 you're not carrying!

You can judge a man by the quality of his enemies.

Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.

Good place to put things, cellars.

I wasn't wandering the streets. I was merely contemplating certain local cartographic anomalies.

"Small human female sighted on level three."

"Who're you calling 'small'?"

"It's called that because Time Lords have an infinite capacity for pretension."

"Noticed that."

"The Hand of Omega is a mythical name for Omega's remote stellar manipulator, a device used to customize stars with. And didn't we have trouble with the prototype..."

"'We'?"

"'They'."

"The Daleks shall become Lords of Time! We shall become all--"

"--powerful! Crush the lesser races! Conquer the galaxy! Unimaginable power! Unlimited rice pudding! Et cetera! Et cetera!"

"Doctor, we did good, didn't we?"

"Perhaps. Time will tell. Always does."

"Who'd want to kill us?"

"There's an infinite number of possibilities."

"When I employed you, you led me to believe you were a hardened criminal."

"As My Lady knows, before I entered your service I was found guilty of a large number of offenses."

"Then have the courage of your convictions. Drink."

"Was that a bomb?"

"No. That was the return to Earth of a comet called Nemesis that has been in orbit for exactly 350 years."

"You're amazing, Professor, being able to tell all that just from the noise."

"This may qualify as the worst miscalculation since life crawled out of the seas on this sad planet."

"Well, nobody's perfect."

I'll tell you 350 years ago.

This is no madness; 'tis England.

Come! the bear will not pursue us; such things happen only in the theatre.

"I don't suppose you've completely ignored my instructions and secretly prepared any Nitro-9, have you?"

"What if I had?"

"And naturally, you wouldn't do anything so insanely dangerous as to carry it around with you, would you."

"Of course not. I'm a good girl and do what I'm told."

"Excellent. Blow up that vehicle."

Hello! I'm the Doctor. I believe you want to kill me.

"Yes, there was a Dorothea; she died in sixteen --"

"-- twenty-one. 'Twas a slow poison."

"This is unbelievable."

"Many found it so."

It is only my present form. I have had others which would horrify you. I shall have them again.

I am whatever I am made to be. This time Lady Peinforte called me Nemesis, so I am retribution.

Things are still imperfect.

You're just an aging hippie, Professor.

"Would you like to see the future?"

"Not just yet."

"You have to hang up your travelling shoes and stop wandering sooner or later, don't you?"

"So I've been told. Personally, I just keep on wandering."

#1 rule of the intergalactic explorer, Doctor: if you hear somebody talking about "good vibes" and "letting it all hang out", run a mile.

Anybody remotely interesting is mad in some way or another.

The point of archaeology is to carefully recover the past, not disintegrate it.

"Sir, we don't know what the situation is here!"

"The situation, Lavel, is normal, and it doesn't get much worse than that. You know, I'm rather enjoying this."

"Ace, I think it's time for plan B..."

"We run?"

"Yes! RUN!"

Don't worry, Brigadier, people will be shooting at you soon enough...

"What are you doing in the lake?"

"Drowning."

"Ancelyn, in this world we have a great and honourable tradition of tactical withdrawal."

"Ah, you wish to run away. Well, there can be but thirty of them at the most."

"Ace, things may get dangerous, so I want you to have this."

"It looks like a piece of chalk."

"It is. I got it from the dart board."

High drama is very similar to comedy; it's all a matter of timiiiiiiing...

"You haven't won the game yet, Morgaine."

"I could always defeat you at chess, Merlin."

"Who said anything about playing chess? I've been playing poker. And I have an Ace up my sleeve..."

"Nice work, Doctor."

"Well, I thought she was bluffing!"

"What was that?"

"That, Brigadier, was the beginning of the end of the world."

"Same as ever, eh, Doctor?"

"Pitiful. Can this world do no better than you as its champion?"

"Probably. I just do the best I can."

You stupid stubborn thickheaded numbskull, you were supposed to die in bed! I could have handled it...

Ace, I'm getting too old for this sort of thing. He's all yours from now on... I'm going home to Doris.

"Ace, have you no sense of occasion?"

"No."

I ought to have given myself more warning.

Time and Time Lords wait for no man.

"Don't you find the Commander's orders peculiar sometimes, soldier?"

"Peculiar or not, orders is orders."

And the half-time score: Perivale: 600 million; rest of the universe: nil.

"Objects can't harm us, it's human belief. And you stopped believing when the bombs started falling."

"I'm not frightened of German bombs."

"Not German bombs; British, falling on German cities."

I'm not an invalid, I'm a cripple. I'm also a genius, so shut up, the pair of you!

If you want a job done properly, get a girl to do it. Out of the way, boys!

"Another explosion might bring the roof down on top of our heads."

"Oh, just a small one?"

Ah, the sound of dying... When it comes to death, quantity is so much more satisfying than quality.

Don't interrupt me when I'm eulogizing.

Thousands of years in the future, the Earth lays dying, the surface just a chemical slime. Half a million years of industrial progress...

"Don't you have things you hate?"

"I can't stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations, terrible places, full of lost luggage and lost souls."

I'm not interested in money. <pause> How much?

Oh, don't worry; I always leave things till the last moment.

"You're so smug and self-satisfied, Doctor."

"I try."

After this I'll get a job at Sellafield; it'll be safer.

Just do what I do when I do it.

"At the season when ice floods swamped the pasturelands, we herded the mammoths sunwards to find new grazing."

"Tricky things, mammoths."

Now the wild world is lost, in a desert of smoke and straight lines.

"Where's Nimrod?"

"He's gone to see a man about a god."

All civilisation starts with hunting and foraging, but don't worry, you'll soon work your way up.

"Doctor, you are as powerful as you are wise."

"Cut the homespun twaddle, Nimrod. It's not wise. I've lit the blue touch paper and found there's nowhere to retire to."

"I once spent centuries, faithfully cataloguing every species there, every organism from the smallest bacterium to the largest ichthyosaur. But as soon as I'd finished, the whole world started changing."

"That's life."

Things are getting out of control; even I can't play this many games at once!

I know you. I took you up as the last specimen of the extinct Neanderthal race from Earth. ... At least they knew when to stop evolving.

Hate world. Hate freeness, it bites!

When you're a kid, you smash things you hate. But what do I do if it keeps coming back?

I could forgive her those little trips to Java ... if she didn't enjoy them so much.

And I don't think much about your catalogue. It's full of gaps. ... What about the gryphons? Basilisks? You missed the dragons, the bandersnatches. And then there are the slithy toves, and the crowned Saxe-Coburg. ... I can't think how you missed them.

"You are endlessly agitating, unceasingly mischievous. Will you never stop?"

"I suppose I could; it would make a change."

"So I burnt the house down."

"Any regrets?"

"Yes. I wish I'd blown it up instead!"

"You had to pick a Sunday, didn't you? You bring me back to the boredom capital of the universe, and you pick the one day of the week you can't even get a decent television programme."

"So what's so terrible about Perivale?"

"Nothing ever happens here."

"How long since I was here?"

"You've been away as long as you think you have."

He doesn't have to outrun the lion, only his friend. Then the lion catches up with his friend and eats him. The strong survive, the weak are killed: the law of the jungle! ... Yes, very clever, if you don't mind losing your friend. But what happens when the next lion turns up? I think you'd better get your running shoes on, gentlemen.

"I'm sure I've forgotten something."

"Oi, haven't you forgotten something?"

"Yes?"

"Money."

"No, it wasn't that."

That was what they said; either you were dead or you had gone to Birmingham.

Not a very efficient way to hunt, is it? All that noise and pantomime just to slaughter one little animal. No, if you're going to hunt, you stalk your prey, you observe it so you can take it by surprise, and then you don't kill too many, cover your tracks, so you don't leave a smell. Can you smell that?

When is a cat not a cat? When it builds a cat-flap...

This is Derek. Been doing very well; he's been here three weeks and only got flesh wounds.

"You follow me and I'll get us through this. I'm a hunting animal; I've got the instinct for it."

"Oh, do shut up."

"Master? Who's he?"

"An evil genius. My oldest, deadliest of enemies."

"Do you know any nice people? You know, ordinary people? Not power- crazed nutters trying to take over the galaxy?"

Do you bleed? I can always do something to you, if you bleed.

"It seems we must always meet again."

"They do say opposites attract."

There are worlds out there where the sky is burning, and the sea is asleep, and the rivers dream. People made of smoke and cities made of song. Somewhere there's danger, somewhere there's injustice, somewhere else the tea's getting cold. Come on, Ace; we've got work to do!

A Time Lord has thirteen lives, and the Master had used all of his. But rules never meant much to him. So I stowed his remains safely for the voyage back, because even in death I couldn't trust him.

I am not Bruce. It took me a minute, with the talking and the walking, but I am not Bruce.

"Yes!"

"What?!?"

"These shoes! They fit perfectly!"

"See? I told you it was small."

"What is it they say?"

"Yes, they say that on my planet, too."

Is this thing reliable?

This is no time to play doctors and nurses.

What a sentimental old thing this TARDIS is!

I never make stupid mistakes. Only very, very clever ones.

"Mastery of English?" Well, I'd reverse the roles, personally: it's English that has mastered me.

He loves language. Which is great, but it blows poetic and pedantic at times.

When will violent death ever make sense? We only make what we can, Cawdry, from that which surrounds it.

Oh, circumlocute this!