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This page is a collection of quotations from the era of the fourth official incarnation ofThe Doctor from the BBC science fiction television programmeDoctor Who, during which the role of theFourth Doctor was played byTom Baker.
It's theend... but themoment has been prepared for...Excuse me, can youhelp me? I'm aspy.
The Doctor:(semi-conscious) Typical Sontaran attitude...
Brigadier:[on phone] Lieutenant Sullivan?
The Doctor:(semi-conscious) Stop Linx...
Brigadier:[on phone] Emergency. Come to the lab at once, please.
The Doctor:(semi-conscious) Perverting the course of human history...
Brigadier: What's he talking about?
Sarah Jane: It's something that happened when we first met.
The Doctor:(sits up) I tell you, Brigadier, there's nothing to worry about! The brontosaurus is large and placid!(falls back)
(A naval officer enters)
Harry Sullivan: This the patient, sir?
The Doctor: And stupid!(sits back up) If the square on the hypotenuse equals the sum of the square on the other two sides, why is a mouse when it spins? Never did know the answer to that one.(falls back again)
Harry Sullivan: You're not fit yet!
The Doctor: "Not fit"? I'm the Doctor!
Harry Sullivan: No, Doctor,I'm the doctor, and I say you're not fit!
The Doctor: You may bea doctor. But I'mthe Doctor. The definite article, you might say.
The Doctor: Heartsbeat?
Harry Sullivan: I say, I don't think that can be right.
The Doctor: Both a bit fast, are they? Still, must be patient! A new body is like a new house; takes a little bit of time to settle in![He catches his face in a mirror.] As for the physiognomy... Well, nothing's perfect. Have to take the rough with the smooth... Mind you, I think the nose is a definite improvement! As for the ears, well, I'm not too sure. Tell me, quite frankly, what do you say to the ears?
Harry Sullivan: Well, I really don't know--
The Doctor: Well, of course you don't! You're a busy man! You don't want to stand here burbling about my ears, neither "ear" nor there!
[The Doctor has left Harry strung up in the closet and is gone from the room.]
Brigadier: Well, where is he?
[The TARDIS begins dematerializing.]
Brigadier: Ah, too late.
The Doctor: Hello! Come to see me off, have you? Well, I hate goodbyes; I'll just slip away quietly!
Sarah Jane: No, no, Doctor, you can't go!
The Doctor: Can't?Can't? There's no such word as "can't"! (Slams door)
Sarah Jane: Wha...
The Doctor: (Comes back out again) Why not?
Brigadier:[Entering room] Doctor, there's been another...Where is he?
Harry Sullivan:[Gestures to the TARDIS] In there.
Brigadier: He promised...
The Doctor:[Interrupting] Ah, Brigadier.
Brigadier: All right Doctor, we must get moving.[turns to face the Doctor]
The Doctor:[Dressed as a Viking] Is something wrong?
Brigadier: You've changed.
The Doctor: Oh no, not again! No!
Brigadier: I, I didn't mean your face. I meant your clothes.
The Doctor: Don't you like them?
Brigadier: UNIT is supposed to be a security organization.
The Doctor: Do you think I might attract attention?
Brigadier: It's just possible.
The Doctor: One moment.[heads back into the TARDIS to change]
The Doctor: Tell me on the way Brigadier! Tell me on the way! You must cultivate a sense ofurgency.
The Doctor: I think your enemies are homegrown, Brigadier -- people with access to technological information, and a most unusual weapon. A weapon that walks and thinks. In a word: Anthropomorphic.
Brigadier: Well, I suppose that narrows the field a bit.
The Doctor: There can't be that many people in the country with the money and resources to design and build something like...
Sarah Jane:[Walking through the door mid sentence] ...a giant Robot about 7 feet tall.
The Doctor: Yes something like that... however did you guess?
Sarah Jane: Doctor you're being childish!
The Doctor: Well, of course I am! There's no point being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes.
Brigadier: You know, just once I'd like to meet an alien menace that wasn't immune to bullets.
Sarah Jane:[reading a note the Doctor has left] "Sarah, Professor Kettelwel tells me he has the robot hidden at his house. Gone to meet him. P.S. It is, of course, possible that this message is a trap. If it is, I can deal with it. P.P.S. I'm leaving this note in case I can't."
The Doctor: Prime Directive! What is your Prime Directive?
The Robot: I must serve humanity and never harm it!
The Doctor: Well, then you mustn't harm me! I'm a friend of humanity!
Brigadier: Believe me, Doctor, the place is impregnable!
The Doctor: Never cared much for the word 'impregnable.' Sounds a bit too much like 'unsinkable.'
Harry Sullivan: What's wrong with unsinkable?
The Doctor: 'Nothing,' as the iceberg said to the Titanic!
Harry Sullivan: What?
The Doctor:[as he sinks back into the car] Glub glub glub....
The Doctor:[measuring a sizable hole with his scarf] It seems you have a very large rat brigadier — maybe you should employ the services of a very large cat?
The Doctor: In science - as in morality - the endnever justifies the means.
The Doctor: The trouble with computers, of course, is that they're very sophisticated idiots. They do exactly what you tell them at amazing speed. Even if you order them to kill you. So if you do happen to change your mind, it's very difficult to stop them from obeying the original order.[stops computer from destroying Earth] But not impossible.
The Doctor: What?! Come out. Anddon't touch anything!
Harry Sullivan: I was only trying to open the door!
The Doctor: You haven't touched anything, have you Harry?
Harry Sullivan: Me?!
The Doctor: Well, there are only two of us here, and your name is Harry!
The Doctor: Aren't you feeling better?
Harry Sullivan:[Holding his head] No I'm not!
The Doctor: Well pull yourself together, man, this is fascinating!
Vira: You claim to be Med-Techs?
The Doctor: Well, my Doctorate is purely honorary and Harry is only qualified to work on sailors.
Harry: Steady-- Steady on, Old Girl! Steady on...
Sarah Jane: Harry...
Harry: Yes, I'm here, I'm here.
Sarah Jane: Call me 'Old Girl' again... And I'll spit in your eye.
The Doctor: Welcome back, Sarah Jane!
The Doctor: Homo sapiens. What an inventive, invincible species. It's only a few million years since they crawled up out of the mud and learned to walk. Puny, defenceless bipeds. They've survived flood, famine and plague. They've survived cosmic wars and holocausts. And now, here they are, out among the stars, waiting to begin a new life. Ready to outsit eternity. They're indomitable. Indomitable.
The Doctor: I might've been saying something important.(horrified expression) Iwas saying something important!
Vira: The Ark was designed to have a negative fault capacity.
Harry: Gremlins can get into everything, old girl. First law of the sea.
[The Doctor corrects the fault]
Harry: There you are, what'd I tell you? The Doctor's a first class boffin!
The Doctor:(Muttering to himself)
Vira: What?
Sarah Jane: He sometimes talks to himself, mostly because he's the only person who knows what he's talking about.
Rogin: There’s been a snitch up. Didn’t I tell you, Lycett, I said five-thousand years ago, I said there’d be a snitch up.
Lycett:[cuts in] Ten thousand.
Rogin: Ohhh, beautiful! I said we should have taken our chance with the solar flares and gone into the thermic shelters. We’d have been happily dead by now.
Vira: Doctor, the fate of all humanity might be decided within the next few hours.
The Doctor: Vira, if you fail, your people will die in pain and fear. If I fail, they'll die anyway. But at least only the six of us will know anything about it.
Rogin: We should have stayed on the earth, Lycett. I liked the earth.I like heat!
The Doctor: It may be irrational of me, but human beings are quite my favourite species.
[Harry is feeding cord to Sarah, who is climbing through tight tunnel; she stops]
Harry Sullivan: How are you doing, old girl?
Sarah Jane:[hisses back] How do you think I’m doing, twit?
Harry Sullivan:[affronted] Sorry, I thought you were stuck.
Sarah Jane:[panicking] Oh, Doctor, I can't move!
The Doctor: Of course you can. You've got this far.
Sarah Jane: No, I'm stuck!
The Doctor: Don't panic, Sarah. Don't panic. Ease round and try again.
Sarah Jane: I'm jammed. I can't move forward or back.[halfs sobs]
The Doctor: Oh stop whining girl, you're useless!
Sarah Jane: Oh, Doctor...
The Doctor:[trying to make Sarah angry] "Oh, Doctor!" Is that all you can say for yourself? Stupid, foolish girl. We should never have relied on you, I knew you’d let us down. That's the trouble with girls like you. You think you're tough, but when you're really up against it, you’ve no guts at all. Hundreds of lives at stake, and you lie there blubbing.
Sarah Jane:[outraged] You…! Wait…! Till I… get… out!
[Sarah's hands emerge from the conduit; the Doctor reaches to help her out, but she bats his hands away]
Sarah Jane: I can manage! I don't need your help, thank you!
The Doctor: Yes you do, yes you do.
[The Doctor pulls her out of the conduit]
Sarah Jane: Ow!
The Doctor: Splendid.
Sarah Jane:[yanks back] Go away!
The Doctor: You've done marvelously, Sarah. I'm very proud of you. I really am very proud of you.
Sarah Jane:[shocked] What? ...Conned again, you're a brute!
The Doctor: Me, a brute?
Sarah Jane: Yes.
The Doctor: Don't be ungrateful. I was only encouraging you. Come on.
[Harry and Sarah Jane join the Doctor in his journey to Earth.]
Vurul: There's no TransMat system on this planet. The Earth's been junked!
The Doctor: Temporarily abandoned perhaps; but not junked,
Vurul: Clock expert?!
The Doctor: Well Horologist, actually. And chronomotrist. I just love clocks.
The Doctor: I've lost my sonic screwdriver, I feel absolutely lost without it.
[The Doctor is trying to climb out pit; hears noises]
The Doctor: Hello? Sarah?
[The three soldiers walk into view]
The Doctor: Oh. It’s you again. Can’t say I’m delighted. It’s no use pretending.
Sontaran (Styre): When I ambushed the GalSec ship there were nine survivors. I have already used up five of them and I have been studying the free behavour patterns of the remaining four.
Harry: Doctor! I thought you were dead.
The Doctor: Not me[He holds up a piece of metal.] Piece of the synestic locking mechanism from Nerva's rocket — popped it in my pocket.
Harry: Fortuitous.
The Doctor: Foresight. You never know when these bits and pieces will come in handy. Never throw anything away, Harry.[He throws it away.] Now, where's my five hundred year diary. I remember jotting some notes on the Sontarans... It's a mistake to clutter one's pockets, Harry.
The Doctor:[talking to the two men and holding hands with Harry and Sarah Jane] I should stand back if I were you.[Disappearing] I mean it should be all right.[Reappearing] But you never know quite, do you?[Disappears again]
The Doctor: What's going on? Don't you realize how dangerous it is to intercept a transmat beam?
Time Lord: Oh come, Doctor, not with our techniques. We Time Lords transcended such simple mechanical devices when the universe was less than half its present size.
The Doctor: Look, whatever I've done for you in the past, I've more than made up for. I will not tolerate this continual interference in my life.
Time Lord: Continual? We pride ourselves we seldom interfere in the affairs of others.
The Doctor: Except mine.
Time Lord: You, Doctor, are a special case. You enjoy the freedom we allow you. In return, occasionally, not continually, we ask you to do something for us.
The Doctor: I won't do it. Whatever it is, I refuse.
Time Lord: Daleks.
The Doctor:[interested] Daleks? Tell me more.
Time Lord: We foresee a time when they will have destroyed all other life forms and become the dominant creature in the universe.
The Doctor: That's possible. Tell on.
Time Lord: We'd like you to return to Skaro at a point in time before the Daleks evolved.
The Doctor: Do you mean avert their creation?
Time Lord: Or affect their genetic development so that they evolve into less aggressive creatures.
The Doctor: Hmmm... That's feasible.
General Ravon: Ammunition is valuable and cannot be wasted!
Kaled: Yes, sir!
General Ravon: For instance, when I've finished with these two animals, they'll be hanged -- not taken out and shot as in the past.
General Ravon: Take a good look. In a few weeks, we're gonna change the shape of that map forever. We'll wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro!
The Doctor: Yes, I've heard that before...
General Ravon: What?
The Doctor: I was just wondering how you propose to wipe the Thals from the face of Skaro with boy soldiers, no ammunition, and very young generals.
The Doctor: You won't get any medals for being stupid, general. In fact, you won't be getting any more medals for anything.
Nyder: I've heard Davros say there is no intelligent life on other planets. So either he is wrong, or you are lying.
The Doctor: We are not lying--
Nyder: And Davros is never wrong about anything.
The Doctor: Well, hemust be exceptional; evenI am occasionally wrong about some things!
The Doctor: Well good now he's gone, any chance of a cup oftea?
Kaled Guard Tane: What?!
The Doctor: Or coffee. Myfriend and I have had a tryingexperience — haven't we had a trying experience, Harry?
Sullivan: Very trying, Doctor!
Kaled Guard Tane: Step into the security scan!
The Doctor: What, no tea?
Kaled Guard Tane: Let me point out to you that you have no rights whatsoever. I have full authority to torture and kill any prisoner who does not comply absolutely with my orders. That is your first and last warning.
The Doctor: No tea, Harry.
Sevrin:[about an unconscious Sarah] ... She is beautiful. No deformities, no imperfections.
Companion: She is a Norm. All Norms are ourenemies. Kill her now for what she's done to our kind.
Sevrin: No... Why? Why must we always destroybeauty? Why kill another creature because it is not in our image?
Companion: Kill her! It is thelaw. All Norms must die, they are our enemies! ... And if you won't, I will.
The Doctor: You're not with the military, I assume?
Ronson: I'm with the Science Division.
The Doctor: Oh, good! Good... Then perhaps we can talk without interruption from rifle butts.
Ronson: If I didn't know any better, I should have to assume that these [objects] were made by some intelligence on another planet.
The Doctor: If you "didn't know better"...
Ronson: It is an established scientific fact that, in the seven galaxies, only Skaro is capable of supporting intelligent life.
The Doctor: It is also an established scientific fact that there are more than seven galaxies.
Ronson: Nothing conforms to any known life on this planet apart from external appearances.
The Doctor: You can't always judge from external appearances.
Ronson: Who are you? Where are you from?
The Doctor: It's a long story...
Ronson: Then tell me.
The Doctor: Do you have any inkling of the theory of space dimension correlated to relative time?
The Doctor: They took down reams of note. Every bit of scientific gobbledygook I could think of. Technical jargon that evenI didn't understand.
Sullivan: It'll keep their experts tied up for weeks!
The Doctor: Yes. And I learned a great deal more from them than they did from me.
The Doctor:[approaching two guards] Excuse me, can you help me? I'm aspy.[bangs their heads together, knocking them out]
Davros: Today, the Kaled race is ended — consumed in a fire of war. But from its ashes will rise a new race. The supreme creature! The ultimate conqueror of the universe! TheDalek!
Councilor: Let us now show that, whilst we were ruthless in war, we are generous in victory!
Bettan: It was [Davros] who told us how to destroy the Kaled dome. His only interest is in achieving peace!
The Doctor: Let me tell you something -- the Kaled government was on the point of stopping Davros's experiments. Rather than let that happen, he helped you to destroy his own race.
Bettan: You'll never convince my people of that. Davros is a hero!
The Doctor: Yes. For how long, I wonder...?
[The Doctor and Bettan have escaped the Thal base, which has been attacked by the Daleks, and are hiding behind the sandbags]
Bettan: Oh, there was no need to go that far. When our leaders saw they were beaten they should have surrendered.
The Doctor: Perhaps they did. But Daleks accept no terms. They're programmed to wipe the Thals from the face of this planet.
Bettan: But there must be some who'll escape, some survivors?
The Doctor: A few, perhaps, but they need to be grouped into some kind of fighting force to strike the bunker.
Bettan: What?
The Doctor: Well, destroy Davros and you destroy the Daleks.
Bettan: What chance do we have against them?
The Doctor: It's your only chance. Will you do it?
Bettan: Yes.
The Doctor: Good girl. I'm going to try and get back into the bunker now.
Bettan: Alone?
The Doctor: Good luck.[leaves Bettan, who hides as a Dalek passes over the top of the trench, silhouetted against the red sky]
Davros: Then my Daleks do go on? They do survive?
The Doctor: Yes. As weapons of hate and machines of war...
Davros: Fascinating!
The Doctor: But there's still time to change all that. Why not make them a force for good throughout the universe?
Davros: I could do it...
The Doctor: Then do it. Be remembered for that!
Davros:[about to torture Harry and Sarah in front of the Doctor] Let me tell you what is going to happen. You will answer my questions. You will answer them carefully and precisely. The instruments to which you are wired are particularly sensitive. They will detect instantly any attempt to lie.
The Doctor: And if I do lie?
Davros:If you lie, your friends will suffer. I can create in their bodies all the torments and agonies ever known.
[Davros turn a knob; Sarah and Harry begin to gasp]
Sarah: Don’t — tell him — Doctor!
Davros: Now, you will tell me the reason for every Dalek defeat. With thatknowledge, I will program them. With that knowledge, they will know their errors and how to avoid them. With that knowledge, there will be no defeats! We will begin!
The Doctor:[wearily] Davros… If I tell you want you want to know, I betray millions of people in the future. I can’t do that.
Davros: But youcan! You will tell me!You will tell me!You will tell me!
Davros: Now, future errors will be eradicated! Defeats will become victories! You have changed the future of the universe, Doctor!
The Doctor: I have betrayed the future! Davros, for the last time, consider what you are doing. Stop the development of the Daleks!
Davros: Impossible. It is beyond my control. The workshops are already fully automated to produce the Dalek machines.
The Doctor: It's not the machines, it's theminds of the creatures inside them. Minds thatyou created! They are totallyevil!
Davros:Evil?! No! No, I will not accept that... They are conditioned simply tosurvive. They can survive only by becoming the dominant species. When all other life forms are suppressed -- when theDaleks are the supreme rulers of the universe -- then, you will havepeace. Wars will end. They are thepower not of evil, but of good.
The Doctor: Davros, if you had created a virus in your laboratory, something contagious and infectious that killed on contact, a virus that would destroy all other forms of life; would you allow its use?
Davros: It is an interesting conjecture.
The Doctor: Would you do it?
Davros: The only living thing... The microscopic organism... reigning supreme... A fascinating idea!...
The Doctor: But would youdo it?
Davros: ...Yes... yes... To hold in my hand, a capsule that contained suchpower. To know thatlife anddeath on such a scale was mychoice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end everything... Yes! Iwould do it! That power would set me up above thegods!And through the Daleks, I shall have that power!
[The Doctor jumps up and grabs Davros' arm, almost fighting him.]
Davros: Release me.
The Doctor: No, Davros.[His hand hovers over a small, black button. He is still holding onto Davros' arm.]
Davros:[quietly] Don't touch that switch.
The Doctor: Why not?
Davros: It controls my life-support systems. I could not survive thirty seconds without them.
The Doctor:[whispering] Order the destruction of the incubator section!
Davros:[quietly] Destroy the Daleks? Never!
[The Doctor presses the button. A siren goes off and Davros convulses, going weaker. The Doctor eventually relents.]
The Doctor:[severely] I mean it, Davros. Next time I press that switch, it stays pressed. Now, give the order!
Davros: Even if I do this, there will be no escape for you.
The Doctor: I'll take that chance. Now give the order!
Davros: Press... the communicator switch.
[The Doctor throws a red switch.]
Davros:[loudly] This is Davros! Elite Unit Seven will go to the incubator room. All survival maintenance systems are to be closed down. The Dalek creatures... are to be... destroyed.
The Doctor: Tell them the order cannot be countermanded!
Davros: This order... cannot...
[Nyder creeps up on the Doctor and knocks him out.]
Davros: This is Davros! This is Davros! My last order is cancelled - repeat - cancelled. No action is to be taken.[turns off communicator]
Nyder: What do you want done with this?
Davros: For the moment, he must be kept alive. He has knowledge that is vital to our future, and I will drain every last detail of it from his mind. And then...he will learn the true meaning of pain.
Davros: Ours is the victory, Nyder. We have won! They talk ofdemocracy,freedom, fairness. Those are the creeds ofcowards! The ones who would listen to a thousand viewpoints and try to satisfy them all. Achievement comes through absolutepower! And power throughstrength! They havelost!
Sarah Jane: Well, what are you waiting for?!
The Doctor: Just touch these two strands together, and the Daleks are finished... Have I that right?
Sarah Jane: To destroy the Daleks? You can'tdoubt it!
The Doctor: Well, I do! You see, some things could be better with the Daleks. Many future worlds will become allies because of thefear of the Daleks!
Sarah Jane: It isn't like that!
The Doctor: Well, the finalresponsibility is mine. And mine alone. You see, 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?
Sarah Jane:[pause] We're talking about the Daleks, the most evil creatures ever invented. Youmust destroy them! You must complete your mission for the Time Lords!
The Doctor: Do I have the right? Simply touch one wire against the other, and it's it? The Daleks cease to exist? Hundreds of millions of people, thousands of generations, can live without fear, in peace, and never even know the word "Dalek"?
Sarah Jane: Then why wait? If it was a disease or some sort of bacteria you were destroying, you wouldn't even hesitate!
The Doctor: But if I kill, wipe out a whole intelligent life form, then I'd become like them. I'd be no better than the Daleks.
Sarah Jane: Think of all the suffering there'll be if youdon't do it!
Bettan: Right, bring out the explosives. Now, lay the charges on each of these main carriers.[indicates the pillars supporting the ceiling] One charge for each beam should be enough. Are you quite sure this is the only way into the bunker?
Sevrin: Well, the only other way was from the Kaled dome, and your war rocket caved that it. It can never be cleared.
Bettan: If we do the same here, we'll entomb the Daleks and those who created them.
Sevrin: But Sarah and the Doctor are inside. You'll give them a chance to get clear, won't you?
Bettan: I must blow the roof as soon as the charges are laid. I can't delay. If the Daleks find out what we are doing and attack, I don't have enough men or arms to stand them off.
Sevrin: How long?
Bettan: Thirty minutes, perhaps less.
Sevrin: Then I must get inside and try and warn them.
Bettan: That's up to you. But you must understand. If you're not back, I must go on. You'll die in there with them.
Sevrin:[beat] I understand.
Bettan: I'll give you what time I can.
Sevrin: Right.[walks into the bunker]
Davros: The automated Dalek production line has started. I gave no such order. Who did?
Dalek: I gave the command.
Davros: You will perform no function unless ordered by me. You willobey only my commands. The production line is to be halted immediately.
[Dalek makes no movement to obey]
Davros: You heard my order. Obey!...Obey!
[Dalek still makes no move]
Davros: Nyder.
Nyder: Yes, Davros.
[Dalek fires and kills Nyder as he tries to halt the production line]
Dalek: Production will continue!
Davros: You must obey me! I created you! I am the master, not you! I — I — I —
Dalek: Our programming does not permit us to acknowledge thatany creature is superior to the Daleks!
Davros: You cannotexist without me! You cannotprogress!
Dalek: We are programmed tosurvive. We have the ability to develop in any way necessary to ensure that survival!
Dalek: All inferior creatures are to be considered theenemy of theDaleks and destroyed!
Davros: No wait! Those men are scientists! They can help you! Let them live!Havepity!
Dalek: "Pity"? I have no understanding of the word. It is not registered in my vocabulary bank. EXTERMINATE!
[The Daleks kill the other scientists]
Davros: For the last time, I am your creator! You must —you will obey me!
Dalek: We obey no one! We are the superior beings!EXTERMINATE!!!
[Davros tries to reach for the destroy button, but the Dalek shoots him down]
Dalek: We are entombed, but we live on. This is only thebeginning. We will prepare. We will grow stronger. When the time is right, we will emerge and take our rightful place asthe supreme power of the universe!!!
The Doctor:[last words of the episode] 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 somethinggood.
The Doctor:[while examining an infected man who's going to be shot by his comrades] The man issick, he needs treatment!
Lester: Thereis no treatment. All we can try to do is stop the infection spreading!
The Doctor: Sorry, gentlemen, I can't allow it.
Commander Stevenson:You can't allow it?
The Doctor: My colleague is a doctor of medicine and I'm a doctor of many things. If we could examine him-
Kellman:[interrupting him] Commander, I'm afraid we have to kill these people, too. They brought the plague in here.
The Doctor: Who's the homicidal maniac?
Doctor: Have you noticed these rather strange scratches, Commander?
Commander Stevenson: Can’t say that I have.
Doctor: All over the ship. I’ve seen them somewhere before, if only I could remember where.
Commander Stevenson: Is it important?
Doctor: Everything’s important. Well well well.
Commander Stevenson: What is it?
Doctor: I’ve just made a third interesting discovery about your plague virus, Commander.
Commander Stevenson: A third?
Doctor: Yes. One, it scratches metal. Two, it attacks its victims so suddenly that they become unconscious before they can even raise the alarm, and three…
Commander Stevenson: Go on.
Doctor: It removes tape from radio logs. It must be a very literate and inquisitive virus.
The Doctor: I smell a rat.[The Doctor exits]
Commander Stevenson:[to Sarah Jane] You know, I sometimes wonder if your friend is quite right in the head.
Sarah Jane: If the Doctor scented a rat, Commander, he'll find one.
[Sarah and Harry are chained in a prison]
Harry:[picks up chain, fascinated] Sarah, these chains are solid gold.
Sarah Jane: Harry, will you just shut up about your rotten gold!
Harry: Twenty-four carat, by the looks of it.
Sarah Jane: It's because of gold that we're in this mess.
Harry: Just thinking.
Sarah Jane: Well don't!
Harry: Gold's a very soft metal, isn't it, Sarah, so if we can find a decent bit of rock we might be able to file through.
Sarah Jane: Well, we can't just sit here glittering, can we!
[The Cybermen have gunned the Doctor down]
Cyberman: All resistance overcome.
Cyberman Leader: The beacon is ours!
The Doctor: You've no home planet, no influence, nothing! You're just a pathetic bunch of tin soldiers skulking about the galaxy in an ancient spaceship!
Lester: Why don't we just wait here?
The Doctor: I think my idea is better.
Lester: What is your idea?
The Doctor: I don't know yet. That's the trouble with ideas - they only come a bit at a time.
[Harry tries to unbuckle the strap the Doctor is wearing]
Lester: Harry, don't touch it! Open that buckle and you'll be blown to kingdom come.
Harry: You mean it's booby-trapped?
Lester: These buckles can't be opened until the Cybermen beam the release signal.
The Doctor: Harry,[sits up] were you trying to undo this?
Harry: Well, naturally.
The Doctor: Did you make the rocks fall, Harry?
Harry: Well, I suppose I must have done that, yes...
The Doctor: ...Yes, yes...[starts laughing, and then roars]HARRY SULLIVAN IS AN IMBECILE!!!
The Doctor:[after unclasping his harness and it doesn't explode] Well, I'm impressed.
The Doctor: Oh please, don't call me human. Just "Doctor" would do very nicely, thank you.
[The Doctor has been tied up back to back with Sarah]
Cyberman Leader: The Beacon is approaching Voga at ten thousand light units. It is time for us to leave.
The Doctor: Bye bye.
[the Doctor turns to stare out window, dragging Sarah around]
Cyberman Leader: You two are especially privileged. You are about to die in the biggest explosion ever witnessed in this solar system. It will be a magnificent spectacle. Unhappily, you will be unable to appreciate it.
[The Cybermen leave]
The Doctor: Nice sense of irony. I thought for a moment he was going to smile.
The Doctor: Cogito ergo sum.
Sarah: What?
The Doctor: I think, therefore it missed.
Sarah: Yes, but we're still headed for the biggest bang in history!
The Doctor: Oh yes...Oh no. They've locked the gyro controls. The flight trimmers are jammed!
Sarah: What - what does that mean?
The Doctor: It means we're heading for the biggest bang in history.
The Doctor: When I left that psionic beam with you, Brigadier, I said that it was only to be used in an emergency!
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: This is an emergency!
The Doctor: Oil? An emergency? Ha! It's about time the people who run this planet of yours realised that to be dependent on a mineral slime just doesn't make sense.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: Corporal?
Corporal: Sir?
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: I'm still waiting for that liaison report. You're still in touch with the Coastguards?
Corporal: Sir.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: Right. I want a twenty four hour watch kept on every inch of this coastline.
Corporal: Sir.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: If the Doctor's right, if there is some sort of sea monster out there attacking the rigs, we've got to be ready for anything.
Corporal: Sir.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: It could decide to come inland.
Corporal: Sir.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: Can't you say anything else but sir?
Corporal: Sorry, sir.
The Doctor: You can't rule the world in hiding. You've got to come out on the balcony sometimes and wave a tentacle.
[As the spaceship rocks with a large explosion.]
The Doctor: Sounds like the Brigadier.
Broton (Zygon Leader): You admire our technology, human?
The Doctor: Well, I'mnot human; and I've seen better.
The Doctor: Nothing. Nothing at all. What makes you think something's gone wrong?
Sarah Jane: Because you always get rude when you're trying to cover up a mistake.
The Doctor: Nothing of consequence. Slight overshoot, easily rectified.
Sarah Jane: Come on, where are we?
The Doctor: We've come out of the time vortex at the wrong point, that's all. A few years too late.
Sarah Jane: How many?
The Doctor: ...30,000.
Salamar: Have you checked the transmitters down there?
Vishinsky: Yes, but any signal would have been monitored by our receivers.
The Doctor: Perhaps my receivers are better than yours.
Ponti:[shoves the Doctor] Shut up!
The Doctor: My manners certainly are.
The Doctor: Here on Zeta Minor is the boundary between existence as you know it and the other universe which you just don't understand. From the beginning of time it has existed side by side with the known universe. Each is the antithesis of the other. You call it "nothing", a word to cover ignorance. And centuries ago scientists invented another word for it. "Antimatter", they called it. And you, by coming here, have crossed the boundary into that other universe to plunder it. Dangerous.
The Doctor: You and I are scientists, professor. We purchase the right to experiment at the cost of total responsibility.
The Doctor: Come on, Sarah. We've an appointment in London and we're already 30,000 years late.
The Doctor: In a Victorian Gothic Folly? Nonsense!
Sarah Jane: Oh, so pedantic at a time like this!
The Doctor: Door. Key.
Sarah Jane: As simple as that?
The Doctor: No, not really.
Sarah Jane: I didn't think so.
Sutekh: No, you will not die yet. Identify yourself.
The Doctor: Just destroy me, Sutekh. Nothing else now is left within your power.
Sutekh:[more forcefully] Identify yourself. It is within my power to choose the manner of your death.[Sutekh's eyes light up and the Doctor screams in pain] I can, if I choose, keep you alive for centuries, racked by the most excruciating pain. Since your interference has condemned me forever to remain a prisoner in the Eye of Horus, it would be a fitting end. You would make an amusing diversion.[slowly lifting his powers] Identify yourself, plaything of Sutekh.
The Doctor: I'm a traveller.
Sutekh: From where?
The Doctor: Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborus.
Sutekh: Names mean nothing. What is the binary location from galactic zero centre?
The Doctor: Ten zero eleven, zero zero by zero two.
Sutekh: I know the planet. Data retrieval.[the monitor shows Gallifrey's location and its details in Osiran] So, you are a Time Lord.
The Doctor: I renounced the society of the Time Lords. Now I'm simply a traveller.
Sutekh: In time and space.[his eyes light up and he asks more aggressively] In time and space?
The Doctor:[screaming] Yes! Yes!
Sutekh: Ah. Approach closer. What are you called, Time Lord?
The Doctor: Doctor.
Sutekh: I offer you an alliance, Doctor. Serve me truly, and an empire can be yours.
The Doctor: Serve you, Sutekh? Your name is abominated in every civilised world, whether that name beSet,Satan, Sados--
Sutekh: Serve me, Doctor.
The Doctor: Never! Agh!
Sutekh:[laughing] You pit your puny will against mine? Kneel!
The Doctor: NO...!
Sutekh:[laughing] Kneel before the might of Sutekh! In my presence you are an ant, a termite. Abase yourself, you grovelling insect!
Sutekh: You are a Time Lord. What interest have you in humans?
The Doctor: All sapient lifeforms are our kith, Sutekh.
Sutekh: Horus held that view. I refute it.
The Doctor: Because you fear that other intelligent lifeforms may grow to rival you in power, so you kill all life wherever you find it.
Sutekh:[amused] Your argument is a cloud, but I see through it into your mind. The human girl - she travels with you.
[The TARDIS is shown on the monitor]
The Doctor: If you can do that by mental force, Sutekh, then nothing can be beyond you.
Sutekh: Nothing... except to free myself from the Eye of Horus.
The Doctor: You use your powers for evil!
Sutekh: 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!
The Doctor: Then I curse you, Sutekh, in the name of all nature. You are a twisted abhorrence![Sutekh's eyes glow again, making him collapse and cry out in pain]
Sutekh: Any further insolence, Doctor, and I shall shred your nervous system into a million fibres. Is that understood?
The Doctor: Deactivating a generator loop without the correct key is like repairing a watch with a hammer and chisel; one false move and you'll never know the time again.
Sarah Jane: Any more comforting thoughts?
The Doctor: No. Just let me know if it starts to get hot.
Sarah Jane: Don't worry. You'll hear me breaking the sound barrier!
The Doctor: Do you think I don't know the difference between an internal fault and an external influence! No, no, no, there's something going on here. Some dirty work they won't touch with their lily white hands!
The Doctor [standing outside the opened door, in the pouring rain]: Could you spare a glass of water?
The Doctor: [seeing the TARDIS] How did you get her here, by the way?
Sister of Karn: The power of the Sisterhood.
The Doctor: Really? But . . . you mean you still practise teleportation? How quaint! Now if you got yourself a decent forklift truck . . .
Sister of Karn: You have but a little time left. Will you waste it prattling nonsense, or confess your guilt?
The Doctor: What do you mean, I have but a little time left?
Sister of Karn: Before you die.
The Doctor: But I'm only seven hundred and forty-nine. Life doesn't begin until seven hundred and fif-
Sister of Karn: At the next sun, that is agreed.
The Doctor: Not by me, it isn't. I haven't even been consulted!
The Doctor: If you're going to sit there wallowing in self-pity, I'll bite your nose.
Morbius: Do you think I care about my ultimate appearance?! Just to walk again, to feel, to see...!
Solon: Naturally, that is how you thinknow, my lord. But when you are once more a physical entity, imagine how you will see yourself then. Think how it will be then!
Morbius: Solon, I think of nothing else! Trapped like this, like a sponge beneath the sea - yet even a sponge has more life than I! Can you understand a thousandth of my agony?! I, Morbius, who once led the High Council of the Time Lords and dreamed the greatest dreams in history, now reduced to this! To a condition where I envy a vegetable!
Sarah:[Finding the Doctor on the floor of the lab] Doctor...!
The Doctor:[Opens eyes and sees Sarah not-blind for the first time] Hello, Sarah! Nice to be seen again!
The Doctor: Two million, six hundred and seventy-eight thousand, four hundred--[stops as he sees Morbius arriving]
Sarah: Short month![sees Morbius and gasps]
Morbius: An ingenious idea, Doctor, but ineffectual. Your poison affected only Solon. I have the lungs of a Birastrop.
The Doctor: With a methane filter. What does it feel like to be the biggest mongrel in the universe?
Morbius: Solon designed this body for efficiency, not for its appearance. To be free again is all that matters!
The Doctor: Free to cause more havoc, more destruction?
Morbius: The Time Lords will not oppose me again, nor the Sisterhood! When it is learnt that I, Morbius, have returned from the grave, my followers will rise in their millions!
The Doctor: You can't really go on calling yourself Morbius. There's very little of Morbius left! Why don't you think of another name? "Potpourri" would be appropriate!
The Doctor: An obvious question. I wish I knew the answer. Possibly their planet of origin is turbulent from time to time, any internal explosions could cause surface matter to go shooting into space.
[Harrison Chase, influenced by the Krynoid, prepares to kill Sarah Jane with the compost machine]
Harrison Chase: The sergeant's no longer with us. He's in the garden. He'spart of the garden.
Sarah: That's very clever of you.
Harrison Chase: Don't humour me, Miss Smith. We're helping the plant world, the sergeant and I. In different ways, of course. I've become part of a life that I've always admired for its beauty, colours, sensitivity. I have the Krynoid to thank, as it thanks me for its opportunity to exist here on Earth. Soon the Krynoids will dominate everywhere, and your foul species will disappear.
Sarah: And you'll all flower happily ever after.
Harrison Chase: You and your kind are nothing but parasites. You're dependant upon us for the air you breathe, and the food you eat. We have only one use for you...
Harrison Chase: What do you do for an encore, Doctor?
The Doctor: Through the millennia, the Time Lords of Gallifrey led a life of ordered calm, protected against all threats from lesser civilisations by their great power. But this was to change. Suddenly, and terribly, the Time Lords faced the most dangerous crisis in their long history...
[The Doctor bends down to avoid the detection of the guard.]
Runcible: I say, is something the matter?
The Doctor: No, no, just a twinge in the knee.
Runcible: Well, if you will lead such a rackety life... Have you had a facelift?
The Doctor: You'd delay an execution to pull the wings off a fly.
Engin: What is the Master like on mathematics?
The Doctor: He's brilliant, absolutely brilliant — he's almost up to my standards.
The Master: You do not understand hatred as I understand it. Only hate keeps me alive. Why else should I endure this pain?
The Doctor: Why have you brought me here?
The Master: As a scapegoat for the killing of the President! Who elsebut you, Doctor? So despicably good. Soinsufferably compassionate... I wanted you to die in ignominious shame and disgrace!
The Master: Doctor, my congratulations, you're just in time for the end!
The Doctor: You're insane! You're insane, do you hear me? You're releasing a force that nothing can stop!
The Master: Take the rod. You could take it with you to your grave, except that none of you will need a grave!
The Doctor: If you undo that, you'll die as surely as any of us!
The Master: You can do better than that, Doctor. Even in extremis, I wear the Sash of Rassilon!
The Doctor: Yes! And the president was wearing it when he was shot down! The sash won't protect you! It's damaged!
The Master: You lie!
Borusa: 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.
The Doctor: Yes, sir. You've said that many times, sir. May I go, sir?
Borusa: Certainly you may, preferably with the utmost expedition.[To Spandrell] Perhaps you will see that the transduction barriers are raised.
Spandrell: Yes, sir.
Borusa: Oh, Doctor?
The Doctor: Sir?
Borusa: Nine out of ten.
The Doctor: Oh...[chuckles bashfully] Thank you, sir.
The Doctor: Killing me isn't going to help you. It isn't going to do me much good either...
The Doctor: 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 the views. Which can be uncomfortable if you happen to be one of the facts that needs altering.
The Doctor: Answers are easy. It's asking the right questions which is hard.
The Doctor: If they're preparing for a battle, they're hardly likely to send men on patrol on the off chance thatyou might come back.[several crossbow bolts strike the tree inches from his face] On the other hand, I could be wrong about that.
Sevateem Tribe Member: Who are you?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. Who are you, and why are you shooting at me?
The Doctor: Affect this? No, it's a yo-yo. It's a game; I thought you were enjoying it.
Leela:[incredulously] Enjoying it?![drops the yo-yo] You said I had to keep it going up and down, I thought it was part of the magic!
The Doctor:[looks at Leela with wide-eyed surprise] Magic, Leela? Magic?
Leela: I know; I know, there's no such thing as magic.
The Doctor: That's right. To the rational mind, nothing is inexplicable; only unexplained.
Leela: So; explain to me how this, "TARDIS" is larger on the inside than the out?
The Doctor: Hmmm? Alright, I'll show you. It's because insides and outsides are not in the same dimension.[The Doctor holds up two black cubes of differing sizes] Which box is larger?
Leela:[pointing to the larger of the two] That one.
The Doctor: Alright...[The Doctor places the larger cube on the command console, and walks over next to Leela and holds up the smaller one] Now, which is larger?
Leela:[incredulously, pointing at the larger cube sitting on the console] That one!
The Doctor: Exactly! If you could keepthat exactly that distance away,and have ithere, the large one would fit inside the small one.
Leela: That's silly.
The Doctor: That's trans-dimensional engineering; a key Time Lord discovery!
Leela:You mean you can't control this thing?!
The Doctor: Of course I can control.(adds in an undertone as she looks at him dubiously) Nine times out of ten. All right, seven times out of ten. Five times out of ten...never mind!
The Doctor: I never carry weapons. If people see you mean them no harm, they never hurt you. Nine times out of ten...
The Doctor: No, 'eureka' is Greek for 'this bath is too hot.'
The Doctor: Never trust a man with dirty fingernails!
Jago: What's the matter?
Litefoot: I heard something.
Jago: What sort of thing.
Litefoot: People. Just a group went by.
Jago: More Wongs for the Tong, I suppose.
Leela: I owe you my life, Doctor. Thank you.
Jago: Time to thank him when we're out of this.
Jago: Has she got the gun?
[Leela shoots the handgun at the floor]
Litefoot: Hey! Who are you shooting at?
Leela: Well, I've never fired one of these before![Shoots it at the floor again]
[Literally moments after destroying the last of their enemies, all the protagonists stand shellshocked in the main room of the House of the Golden Dragon]
The Doctor: Listen! It's the muffin man! Come on. I'll buy you all muffins.
The Doctor: The localised condition of planetary atmospheric condensation caused a malfunction in the visual orientation circuits. Or to put it another way, we got lost in the fog.
[Finding a disgusting bit of dangling brain matter]
Leela: Eugh, what's that?
The Doctor:That is why my brain is so much superior to yours!
The Doctor: What do you know about brains, anyway?
Leela: All right, all right, don't get excited!
The Doctor: I'll get excited if I want to! It's my brain! I'll tell you something about brains-- do you want to know something?
Leela: Not much.
The Doctor: I'll tell you anyway. Someone once tried to build a machine as efficient as the brain. The only problem was, it would have had to be bigger than London-- do you remember London?-- and powered by the entire European grid. And that was just a human brain. Mine's much more complex.
The Doctor:[Slapping dangling bits of his brain material together in desperation] OW!
Leela: What did you do?
The Doctor: I think I told them my liver was disintegrating, I think.
The Doctor:[finding something strange in his brain] Who are you?
The Nucleus: I am the Nucleus.
The Doctor: You're trespassing, you know. Treading on my unconscious, affecting my metabol... Nucleus of what?
The Nucleus: The Nucleus of the Swarm.
The Doctor: Oh. Oh, I see. Why did you choose my brain?
The Nucleus: Because of your intelligence.
The Doctor: Oh well, I can understand that, but you realise you have no right-
The Nucleus: I have every right! It is the right of every creature across the universe to survive, multiply and perpetuate its species. How else does the predator exist? We are all predators, Doctor. We kill, we devour to live! Survival is all, you agree?
The Doctor: Oh yes, I do, I do. And on your argument - I have the perfect right to dispose of you.
Leela: Don't worry, Doctor. I found the answer: knife them in the neck!
The Doctor: Hahahaha! That was a good idea of mine, K-9, to blow it up!
K-9: Affirmative!
Leela: What do you mean, it was a good idea of yours? It was my idea!
The Doctor: That depends on this misunderstood, unmanagable old machine!
The Doctor: Good morning, ladies. Now, which one of you has the time scanner? Hmmm? You know, I don't think these cows know anything about the time scanner.
The Doctor: Ah. A parastatic magnetometer. How very quaint!
The Doctor:[About humans] Your ancestors have a talent for self-destruction, but it borders ongenius!
Ted Moss: Youboth must've escaped from somewhere, didn't you!
The Doctor: You must have been sent by providence.
Ted Moss: No, I was sent by the council to cut the verges.
Leela: Your council should choose its warriors more carefully.
The Doctor: There are four thousand million people here on your planet, and if I'm right, within a year, there will just be one left alive. Just one.
Adam Colby: What are you exactly, some sort of wandering Armageddon pedlar?
Adam Colby: Are you saying that about twelve million years ago, on a nameless planet which no longer exists, evolution went up a blind alley? Natural selection turned back on itself, and a creature evolved which prospered by absorbing the energy wavelengths of life itself? It ate life, all life, including that of its own kind?
The Doctor: Yes. In other words, the Fendahl. Then the Time Lords decided to destroy the entire planet, and hid the fact from posterity. They're not supposed to do that sort of thing, you know.
The Oracle: There are no gods but me! Have I not created myself? Do I not rule? Am I not all-powerful?
The Doctor: Well, yes, here you are, but nowhere else — you're just another machine with megalomania, heh, another insane object! Another self-aggrandizing artifact! You're nothing! Nothing but a mass of superheated junk with delusions of grandeur!
Gomer: Undue haste is one thing, vulgar bad manners another. I normally take the oath to consider an induction, let alone assemble one.
Savar: Unsettled times, eh, Gomer? Though still the time will throw up the man.
Gomer: They say with time, wisdom comes to a man. Aren't you due for regeneration?
Savar: I believe I have wisdom to fit my years.
Gomer: Just so, Lord Savar. Cyclic burst.
Savar: I beg your pardon?
Gomer: The answer may lie in the cyclic burst ratio.
Savar: A black star protects us. What is a cyclic burst ratio?
Gomer: A little study of mine, a hobby. You comprehend hobby?
Savar: I believe I've come across it, sir, but I fail to understand any significant meaning.
[Leela and Andred enter]
Gomer: That doesn't surprise me. I'm making a study of what I would term wavelength broadcast power transduction.
Savar: Really.
Gomer: Yes. You see, I've noticed lately, well, over the last decade or so, an enormous fluctuation in relative wavelength transduction over a particularly narrow band.
The Doctor: Even the sonic screwdriver won't get me out of this one!
The Doctor: Guard of honour? You're not fit to guard a jelly baby! Would you like a jelly baby?
Castellan: Is there anything else I can get you, sir?
The Doctor: Yes. A jelly baby. My right-hand pocket.
The Doctor: Borusa! Call a meeting of the council at once!
Borusa: But ex--
The Doctor:[losing his temper] AT ONCE! NO EXCUSES! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!
[Kelner and Borusa back out and the Doctor slams the door in their faces]
Andred: But you have access to the greatest source of knowledge in the universe!
The Doctor: Oh, I do talk to myself sometimes, yes...
Leela: Is it over?
The Doctor: Yes.[the outsiders cheer] It's been a long, hard road, but at last the future of Gallifrey is assured.[everyone stops cheering] What, what are you looking at?[turns around]
[Where the Vardans were now stand four squat aliens with round helmets. The leader draws his Rheon Carbine weapon]
Leela: Is that all?[covers her mouth and calls in a deep voice] Over here!
[Her voice echoes down the corridor. The Sontaran turns to look behind him, and she throws her knife straight into his probic vent. The group run down to the body and Leela retrieves her weapon]
The Doctor: Good.[Borusa hands him his newspaper] I had nothing to do with this, I promise you. Chancellor, you know about the rod of Rassilon.
Borusa: Yes.
The Doctor: And you know about the sash of Rassilon.
Borusa: Yes.
The Doctor: And especially, you know about the great key.
Borusa: Yes.
The Doctor: Therefore, it would be very bad for us if you were to fall into the hands of the Sontarans. No breeding, you see.
Borusa: It's not just a question of breeding, surely?
The Doctor: Oh, but it is, it is, I assure you, chancellor, it is. They're a cloned species, you see. They can multiply at the rate of a million every four minutes. Shall we go?
Season 16 consisted of one long story arc encompassing six separate, linked stories. This season is referred to by the umbrella titleThe Key to Time.
Note: Two different actress played the character of Romana in the series and are referred to as Romana I and Romana II. Romana I only appeared in Season 16; Romana II appeared in seasons 17 and 18, up toWarrior's Gate.
The Doctor:[shouting] He's a very[his volume decreases]sensitive machine![whispering] Sorry, sir.
Romana: My name is Romanadvoratrelundar.[This is the only time Romana's name is prounounced asRomanadvoratNelundar instead of its correct pronunciation]
The Doctor:[sitting beside K9] I'm so sorry about that, is there anything we can do?
The Doctor: A hole?! What's a hole doing in my TARDIS?!
The Doctor: No, I don't suppose you can. They don't teach you anything useful at the Academy, do they?
The Doctor: Ground rules. Rule one: Always do what I say. Rule two: Stay close to me, and rule three: Let me do all the talking. Do I make that perfectly clear?
The Doctor: Nonsense! Making contact with an alien race is an immensely skilled and delicate operation. It calls for tact and experience- what would she know about it?
Romana I:[In background] Excuse me...
[Romana converses with citizen]
K9: She is prettier than you, Master.
The Doctor: Is she? What's that got to do with it?
[The Doctor takes the bag of Jelly Babies from Romana]
Mr. Fibuli: The Psychic Interference Transmitter, sir; There seems to be something counter-jamming it.
The Captain: What!? We Dematerialize in three minutes![into a loudspeaker] ALL GUARDS ON ALERT! SOMEONE IS USING A COUNTER-JAMMING FREQUENCY PROJECTOR! FIND IT AND DESTROY IT IMMEDIATELY!!!
Mr. Fibuli: Captain, do you suppose any of the guards know what a "Counter-Jamming Frequency Projector" looks like?
Pause
The Captain:[into the loudspeaker] DESTROY EVERYTHING!!!
The Doctor: No, no. He told me to clear off out of his tree. I explained it to him afterwards at dinner.
Captain: The whole system is so perfectly aligned by the most exquisite exercise in gravitational geometry that every system is balanced out within itself. Which is why we can stand next to billions of tons of super- compressed matter and not even be aware of it. With each new planet I acquire, the forces are realigned but the system remains stable.
The Doctor: Then it's the most brilliant piece of astro-gravitational engineering I've ever seen. The concept is simply staggering... Pointless, but staggering.
Captain: I'm gratified that you appreciate it.
The Doctor[scornfully]: Appreciate it?Appreciate it! What, you commit mass destruction and murder on a scale that's almost inconceivable, and you ask me to appreciate it?! Just because you happen to have made a brilliantly-conceived toy out of the mummified remains of planets!
Captain: Devil storms, Doctor! It is not a toy!
The Doctor[anguished]:Then what's itfor?! Huh? What are you doing? What could possibly be worth all this?
Leonard De Vries: His blood is still warm! I know what to do.
The Doctor: I hope that knife's been properly sterilized.
Leonard DeVries: Blasphemer!
The Doctor: No, no, you can catch all sorts of things from a dirty knife- lockjaw, tetanus, not to mention staphylococcal infections...
Martha: I won't be a party to this!
The Doctor: Good for you!
Romana I: What's that?
Vivien: A policeman's truncheon. Last year when she went to lecture in New York, she took it with her in case she got mugged.
Romana I: And did she get mugged?
Vivien: No. She got arrested for carrying an offensive weapon.
Professor Rumford: Doctor, did I understand you correctly? That thing is made of stone.
The Doctor: Yes and it's closing in on us fast.
Professor Rumford: But it's impossible.
The Doctor: No it isn't. We're standing still.
Professor Rumford: I meant, a silicon-based life form is unknown, unheard of, impossible.
The Doctor: Maybe it doesn't realize that.
Professor Rumford: I still don't understand about hyperspace.
The Doctor: Who does?
K-9: I do.
The Doctor:Oh, shut up, K9! It's all to do with interspatial geometry.
Professor Rumford: I never studied that.
The Doctor: I'm not surprised; They gave up teaching that some two thousand years ago, even on Gallifrey.
Professor Rumford: Doctor, may I ask you a personal question?
The Doctor: Well, I don't see how I can stop you asking.
Professor Rumford: Are you from outer space?
The Doctor: No.
Professor Rumford: Oh.
The Doctor: More from what you'd call 'Inner Time'.
Megara 2: The prisoner has been tried and sentenced in his absence. The sentence will be carried out.
Megara 1: The sentence is death. You are to be executed immediately.
Vivien: Oh, may I watch? You don't mind, do you, Doctor?
The Doctor: No, be my guest. I wouldn't want you to miss my execution.
The Doctor: Objection!
Megara 2: On what grounds?
The Doctor: How can there possibly be a sentence when there hasn't been a trial?
Megara 2: There has.
The Doctor: There has?
Megara 1: I defended you.
Megara 2: I was judge. You were found guilty.
The Doctor: But I wasn't there!
Megara 2: Immaterial. Your counsel was. He was most eloquent on your behalf.
Megara 1: You are a humanoid, and therefore quite incapable of appreciating the subtleties of the law.
Professor Rumford: Where's that Dunkirk spirit? Never say die!
K9: I never say die, but I cannot hold.
The Doctor: Now remember. Give it thirty seconds and then ‘pow!’
Professor Rumford: ‘Pow’?
The Doctor: Yes, ‘pow!’ Pow – pow’s a technical expression, Professor, it means all the microcircuits have been fused in one great ‘gyuh!’ of molten metal.
The Doctor: Would you mind not standing on my chest? My hat's on fire.
Romana I: Count, far be it from me to query this woman's competency as a doctor, but where I come from, you don't cut off a patient's head if you wish to cure their ankle!
The Doctor: Look, I don't like to say "I told you so", but I told you so.
(Count Grendel shows off an android duplicate of Romana)
Count Grendel: You see before you a complete killing machine. As beautiful as you and as deadly as the plague. If only she were real, I'd marry her!
Romana I: You deserve each other.
Count Grendel: Well, why so miserable? This should be the happiest day of your life. It will also be your last, so you'd better enjoy it.
The Doctor: If you don't stop burning my scarf, you're going tohave to kill me!
[Dugeen is trying to abort a missile launch that will kill all the natives of Delta Magna IV]
Thawn: Dugeen, you touch that switch and I'll shoot you where you stand.
Dugeen: Then kill me, but you're not going to kill the others!
[Dugeen hits the switch, but the countdown doesn't stop. Thawn shoots him dead anyway]
Thawn: You heard me warn him, Fenner!
Fenner: That was murder, that was cold-blooded murder!
Thawn: Look, the countdown! He hasn't aborted it, it hasn't stopped!
Fenner: You disconnected the cut-out... then you shot him for nothing. DIDN'T YOU?
Ranquin: Master, hear thy servant Ranquin! Great Kroll, defender and savior of the swamps, let not thy wrath fall upon thy true servants. Great One, we ask only that the dryfoots and their abominations be crushed by thy mighty power...[panicked] Master, it is thy servant!
[Kroll seizes Ranquin with its tentacle and swiftly devours him]
[The Doctor approaches Kroll]
The Doctor: Well, I've had a good life, can't complain. Nearly 760. Not a bad age.
The Shadow: I too serve a Guardian. A Guardian equal and opposite in power to the one who sent you. The Black Guardian, he who walks in darkness! And you are in the Valley of the Shadow!
The Shadow: Once the Key is ours we shall set not two small planets, but the two halves of the entire cosmos at war, and their mutual destruction will be music in our ears! Unlike others, it is not power we seek, but destruction that we glory in.
The Doctor: I've stopped the universe.[Beat] Still, they'll never notice. Just imagine, somewhere someone's just slipped on a banana skin and he'll be wondering forever when he's going to hit the ground.
K-9: It is stimulating to communicate for once with something other than a limited and unpredictable organic intelligence.
K-9: Hostiles repulsed. Most satisfactory.
K-9: Such actions warrant immediate death, which I shall execute.
K-9: Essential restored to vertical position. Alternative is your obliteration.
Romana I: Well, if one has godlike powers, one ought to be able to use them, oughtn't one?
[Romana whistles.]
The Doctor: What's the matter?
Romana I: Look! Radiation levels you wouldn't believe!
The Doctor: Good heavens! You could fry eggs in the street.
Romana I: But that means...
The Doctor: What?
Romana I: There must be a huge nuclear war going on down there!
The Doctor: None at all, no.
Romana I: Well what else could it be?
The Doctor: I don't know. Probably someone throwing a huge breakfast party. Think po- Why do you always assume the worst?
Romana I: Because it usually happens.
The Doctor: Empirical poppycock! Where's your joy in life? Where's your optimism?
Romana I: It opted out.
K-9: Optimism: Belief that everything will work out well. Irrational, bordering on insane.
The Doctor: Oh, do shut up, K9. Listen, Romana, Whenever you go into a new situation, you must always believe the best until you find out exactly what the situation's all about. Then, believe the worst.
Romana I: Ah, but what happens if it turns out not to be the worst after all?
The Doctor: Don't be ridiculous. It always is.
Marshal: Now that you are here, you are the one!
The Doctor: I am. Am I?
Marshal: The one who will lead us to victory!
The Doctor: Oh! Good-o! As long as there's no personal risk involved, of course.
Marshal: To halt the hated Zeons in their tracks, wipe their presence from our skies, and free this land, this world, this Atrios...
The Doctor: (Interrupts) This Blessed Plot!
Marshal: Good! Good! ...this blessed plot from the terrors of war and the evils of pestilence!
The Shadow: I know you. And I know there is a want of patience in your nature.
The Doctor: Yes, fools rush in...
The Shadow:[Interrupts.] Exactly.
K-9: The war is over. The bombardment is over. The next step is obliteration.
The Doctor: For whom?
K-9: Everything.
Romana I: What have you done?
The Doctor: I don't know. K9, what have I done?
K-9: You have triggered primary alert function.
The Doctor: Blast!
K-9: Affirmative.
Romana I: I think Merak needs some medical attention.
The Doctor: Yes. Look, Astra, why don't you and Merak go back to Atrios via the transmat? He'll show you the way.
Princess Astra: I'd feel safer with you.
The Doctor: Well, I dare say, but we've got a few complicated things to do and Merak does need attention. I think the thing you should do is go back and show your people that you're free.
Merak: He's right, Astra.
The Doctor: Of course I'm right! Off you go, now. Hope to see you soon.
[To the Marshal.]
Atrian technician: There is only one ship left, Sir. Your escape-[Beat] Your command module, sir.
[Princess Astra while under the Shadow's control.]
Princess Astra: I'd stay and watch you die, but I haven't the time.
The Doctor: Well, here we are. We've tracked him to his lair.
Romana I: Yes, we've got him exactly where he wants us.
Drax: Blimey, it's a dog. Who's a little tin dog then?
K-9: Your silliness is noted.
The Doctor: Key to Time... I command... that you stay exactly where you are!
[He hits a control on the TARDIS console]
"White" Guardian: Doctor! You have fully activated all the TARDIS's defences.
The Doctor: We can't be too careful, can we? And it would be a terrible tragedy for the universe if it suddenly turned out that I was colour blind...
"White" Guardian: Doctor, release the key to me immediately!
The Doctor: ...unable to distinguish between the White Guardian and the Black Guardian.
Romana: Doctor, what do you mean?
The Doctor: LOOK!
[The Guardian shifts colour, revealing himself to be the Black Guardian]
The Doctor: Don't you see? The White Guardian would never have had such a callous disregard for human life.
Romana: Of course! Astra, the sixth segment; he would have dispersed it immediately.
The Doctor: Aaaah! Aaah,laryingitis! How can a robot catch laryngitis? What do you need it for? Romana!
[Romana II enters, in the form of Princess Astra]
The Doctor: Ah,Romana!, Romana, the dog's got laryngitis.[He turns to look at her] Sorry, I thought you were Romana. Have you seen her?[He does a doubletake, puts the machinery down and steps closer, speaking softly] What are you doing here?
Romana II: Regenerating. Do you like it?
The Doctor: Regenerating?[He circles Romana II, examining her] What are you talking about, regenerating? Only Time Lords regenerate! Look, it's awfully nice to see you, Princess Astra...
The Doctor::[speaking French] Oui.[jumps down off of the rock he and Romana II are standing on, walks forward, and takes a look around, as if looking for something]
Romana II: Is there something you recognize?
The Doctor: Nothing tangible.[walks back over towards Romana II] Just have a sensation, a pervading air of-[cuts off mid-sentence and looks at Romana II] can you feel it too?
Romana II: Should we go back inside?
The Doctor: What?! And never know where I've been for the end of time?[starts to walk away and then turns around] I wouldn't sleep at night. Come on.
[The Doctor crouches down and starts picking up seemingly worthless rocks]
The Doctor:Very precious. In a geological sense more precious than diamonds. But I need a bigger bit-[looks further in front of him than stops mid-sentence, drops the rocks he's holding, and runs forward] Ah-ha![picks up a larger piece of rock] Ha-ha! Ha-ha; I was right!
Romana II: How modest.
The Doctor: Well then see whatyou make of it.[holds out the rock to Romana II to examine]
Romana II:[runs her index finger along the rock and then licks said finger] A composite material. Gravel in a binding of possibly limestone and clay.
Romana II:[shouting from a ways away] "A" to the front!
The Doctor: The conditions existing on the planet Magla make it incapable of supporting any lifeform. Huh. Huh. Huh. He obviously doesn't realise the planet Magla's an eight thousand mile wide amoeba that has grown a crusty shell. I wonder what he does know?[Closes his book and looks up. There are three androgynous figures with dark skin, white spacesuits and white plaited hair pointing weapons at him] Good evening. You'll forgive me if I don't rise. It's, er...
The Doctor:[to a pursuingDalek] If you're supposed to be the superior race of the universe, why don't you try climbing after us?
Romana II:[when asked how many hearts she has] One for casual, one for best.
Movellan: Sothat's what the Daleks are looking for. Their creator.
Davros: So, the long darkness has ended. An eternity of waiting is over. The resurrection has come, as I always knew it would. Now, where are my Daleks?[turns and sees the Doctor] Doctor!
The Doctor: Davros! You don't look a day older, and I'd hoped you were dead.
Davros: Dead? I do not die! Mark this moment, Doctor. In this history of the universe, this moment is unique. Davros lives!
The Doctor: Yes, well, I can see your long rest hasn't done anything to cure your megalomania. Have a jelly baby.
[Offers Davros a bag of jelly babies, which Davros promptly slaps out of his hand. Bang! The Doctor starts to push Davros away through the rubble]
Davros: Where are you taking me?
Davros: You will release me. You will return me to the Daleks
John Cleese: To me, one of the most curious things about this piece is its wonderful afunctionalism.
Eleanor: Yes, I see what you mean. Divorced from its function and seen purely as a piece of art, its structure of line and colour is curiously counterpointed by the redundant vestiges of its function.
John Cleese: And since it has no call to be here, the art lies in the fact that it is here.
[The Doctor unlocks the TARDIS and enters, followed by Romana and Duggan. The TARDIS dematerializes]
Eleanor: Exquisite. Absolutely exquisite.
Duggan: Where are we?
The Doctor: This will be the middle of the Atlantic Ocean.
Duggan: We're standing on land!
Romana II: He's out of his depth.
[After Duggan has punched Scaroth unconscious]
The Doctor: Duggan. Duggan! I think that was possibly the most important punch in history.
[The Doctor tries to hail a cab with Romana.]
The Doctor: Is no one interested in history, hmmm?
The Doctor: 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.
The Doctor: Stupid expression, 'stands to reason.' Why isn't it 'lie down to reason?' Much easier to reason lying down.
[The Doctor explains why he outdid Lady Adrasta's chief engineer.]
The Doctor: Well, to be fair I had a couple of gadgets he probably didn't, such as a teaspoon and an open mind.
Organon:[Introducing himself] Astrologer extraordinary. Seer to princes and emperors. The future foretold, the present explained, the past... apologised for.
Romana II: So Erato came here to offer you metal in exchange forchlorophyll. Of course!
The Doctor: Right. But who was the first person he met?
Organon: The person who held the monopoly of metal.
The Doctor: Right! And did she put the welfare of her struggling people above her own petty power? No... she tipped the ambassador into a pit and threw astrologers at him!
The Doctor: Interfere? Of course we should interfere. Always do what you're best at, that's what I say.
The Doctor: Oh, my arms! Oh, my legs! Oh, my everything!
The Doctor: Look, have a jelly baby and don't forget to brush your teeth.
Tryst: I am helping to conserve endangered species.
The Doctor: By putting them in this machine?
Tryst: Yes.
The Doctor: Ah yes, of course. Just in the same way a jam maker conserves raspberries.
Romana: I've never met such idiots as those Customs men.
The Doctor: Idiots? They're worse than idiots, they're bureaucrats. They just exist to tangle people up, wrap them round and round in red tape until they can't move...
[The Doctor has pretended to be an insurance agent]
Rigg: Galactica went out of business 20 years ago [in 2096]
The Doctor: Have you noticed how people's intellectual curiosity begins to decline the moment they start waving guns about?
Co-Pilot: Can you make it work?!
The Doctor: Yes. Oh yes, I can make it work. The question is, can we generate power soon enough to take the ship to escape velocity before we fall into a black hole with an event horizon.
Co-Pilot: What?
The Doctor: Shush. You just hold the gun steady. Don't tax your mind.
The Doctor: Why don't you give me the gun and then I can keep an eye on myself so I don't get up to any funny business.
The Doctor: Here, take this you might need it.[passes Romana his sonic screwdriver]
Romana II: No thank you. I've made my own.
The Doctor: Oh really?[takes Romana's sonic screwdriver] Really? You made this? Not bad, a bit basic though. Thank you![passes Romana his sonic screwdriver] Now...[puts Romana's sonic screwdriver in his pocket]
Romana II: Uh, Doctor?[Taps the doctor's shoulder with his sonic screwdriver]
The Doctor: 89.4 seconds? No dematerialisation, no defence shields and only half power on full drive. K-9, I think we're going to find out what it's like to be acricket ball.[to the TARDIS] Well, it's been a great, great partnership old girl.
K-9: Master.
The Doctor: Oh K-9, This is no time for emotional quibbling you two. You've been a good dog to me, K-9.[hangs a "first prize" ribbon on K-9] The best I ever had!
K-9: Thank you Master. Time to impact now 58 seconds dead.
The Doctor: I wish you wouldn't say things like that, K-9.
The Doctor: You know K-9, sometimes I think I'm wasted just rushing about the universe saving planets from destruction. With a talent like mine I might have been a great slow bowler.
The Doctor: Did you know that someone is building a black hole on your doorstep?
Soldeed: What?
The Doctor: Yes. I got stuck in it along with one of your spacecraft.
Nimon: Later you will be questioned, tortured and killed.
The Doctor: Well I hope you get it in the right order.
Soldeed: You! You meddlesome hussy! Do not touch the sacrifices!
Romana II: It's all over, Soldeed, you're finished.
Soldeed: No! The Nimon will fulfill his great promise, the Nimon be praised!
Romana II: The Nimon be praised? How many Nimons have you seen today?
Soldeed: Do not blaspheme the Nimon!
Romana II: How many?
Soldeed: Skonnoth will-
Romana II: How many Nimons?
Soldeed: Threeeee! I have seen three!
Romana II: Well I've just seen a whole lot more rampaging down the corridor. Face it Soldeed, you're being invaded!
Soldeed:[clutching his face] My dreams ofconquest!!You have brought this calamity upon me!
"Shada" was intended to be the final serial of Season 17, but was never completed due to a strike at the BBC during filming. It is also the title of the remake, with the Eighth Doctor, an audio play produced by Big Finish Productions and webcast on BBCi (2 May - 6 June 2003)
Chris: Actually Professor, could I just ask you,(indicates the TARDIS) where did you get that?
Professor Chronotis: Oh, I don't know. I think someone must have left it there when I was out.
The Doctor: Professor, how many books did you bring back, for heaven's sake?
Professor Chronotis: Just the odd two or seven.
Romana II: Really, Doctor? A great criminal your hero?
The Doctor: Well, a criminal, yes, but he had such style, such flair, such-
Romana II: Panache!
The Doctor:(to the professor) I'll be back in two minutes.(to Romana) If I'm not back in two hours you and the professor lock yourselves in the TARDIS, send out an all-frequency alert and wait!
Professor Chronotis: I haven't got any books. That's to say, I've got plenty of books. What book would you like?
Skagra: I am Skagra. I want the book.
The Doctor: Well I'm the Doctor and you can't have it.
The Doctor: Well Mr. Skagra, or whatever it is you call yourself, you killed a Time Lord, a very old friend of mine. It's time you and I had a little chat!
Professor Chronotis: Think of me as an anomaly within an impossibility, and get on with your tea.
Skagra: 'Take over the Universe'. How childish. Who could possibly want to take over the Universe?
The Doctor: Exactly! That's what I keep on trying to tell people. It's a troublesome place, difficult to administer, and as a piece of real estate it's worthless because by definition there'd be no one to sell it to.
This scene was not filmed, but exists in the script.
The Doctor: And twenty-thirdly, out there in the space time vortex, time and distance have no meaning, but here in this little, little room-
Romana II: Oh, get on with it, Doctor!
Skagra's Ship: Do you know the Doctor well? He is a wonderful, wonderful man! He has done the most extraordinary things to my circuitry!
Skagra: Release me!
Skagra's Ship: Truly wonderful! If you like I will tell you all about him!
The Doctor: First things first, but not necessarily in that order.
Brotadac: This Meglos can bend time.
Grugger: Right, in a loop.
Brotadac: Never heard of that, have you?
Grugger: Doesn't matter how it's done. The point is the Doctor doesn't get to Tigella!
Meglos:[Looking like the Doctor, albeit with a distorted voice] Oh, but he does, gentlemen. He does.[Speaking perfectly like the Doctor] We mustn't disappoint the Tigellans.
Meglos: Ten thousand years. Cretins. Morons. Half-wits.
The Doctor: Yes, they've not been very clever, have they, unlike us.
Meglos: They probably won't even hit Tigella.
The Doctor: Well, if my calculations are correct, they certainly won't.
Meglos: Your calculations?
The Doctor: I inverted your control setting. If he starts the countdown, he'll destroy himself, as well as you and me and, well, the whole planet, of course.
The Doctor: Why can't people be nice to one another, just for a change? I mean, I'm an alien and you don't want to drag me into a swamp, do you... You do?!
Biroc: Believe nothing they say. They're not Biroc's kind.
Romana: What are you?
Biroc: A shadow of my past and of your future.
The Doctor: Unless we work very closely together, we could be here until the crack of doom. Oh, what's the use? Can I have one of your pickles? I had a rushed lunch.
The Doctor: One good solid hope's worth a cart-load of certainties.
Adric: Will Romana be all right?
The Doctor: All right? She'll be superb!
The Doctor: You were the noblest Romana of them all!
Romana II: He's mad, the backblast backlash will bounce back and destroy everything.
[The Doctor goes to rescue Biroc's Race]
The Doctor: If I'm not back in thirteen and a half minutes, dematerialize.
Adric: Without you?!
Romana II: I am not letting you go out there alone!
The Doctor: That's an order. It's time you started accepting orders.
Romana II: It's long past time but how are you going to find it?
Romana II: You are not, it's long past time you obeyed order. Now stay here, and if we're not back in thirteen and a half minutes, I want you to dematerialize. Is that understood?
Rorvik: Run Doctor! Scurry off back to your blue box. You're like all the rest: lizards when there's a man's work to be done. I'm sick of your kind. Faint-hearted, do-nothing, lily-livered deadweights. This is the end for all of you.I'm finally getting something done!
The Doctor: Oh by the way, by the way! Neeman, Neeman come here![puts his arms around the guards] You chaps might be interested in this as well. Listen. Do you know that expression, uh, two heads are better than one, hm?[knocks the two guards' heads into Neeman's head, all three of which promptly collapse] WellI think thatone head is better thanthree!
The Doctor: The Master's already at work on Logopolis. I'm going to stop him if it's the last thing I do.
Tegan: Well, there's certainly intelligent life at the end of this lot.
The Doctor: I've just dipped into the future. We must be prepared for the worst.
Nyssa: You killed my father.
The Master: But his body remains useful.
The Doctor: We must pool our resources.
Nyssa: The creature that killed my father...!
The Doctor: I cant choose the company I keep!
The Master: An Alliance with you, Doctor?
The Doctor: (Begrudgingly) In the circumstances, yes.
The Master: If we do cooperate there will be no question of you ever returning to Galifrey.
The Doctor: If we don't cooperate they'll be no question of Galifrey.
Tegan: Doctor, what are you doing?
The Doctor: Please, sssh. As Time Lords you and I have special abilities.
The Master: Together then?
Nyssa: But Doctor!
The Doctor: (Losing patience) I've never chosen my own company! Nyssa It was you who contacted me and begged me to help you find your father! Tegan, It was your own curiosity that got you into this. And Adric, a stowaway!
[The Fourth Doctor's last words.]
The Doctor: It's theend... but themoment has been prepared for...[points to a ghostly figure that walks forward]
Adric: The Watcher!
[The Watcher merges with the Doctor]
Nyssa: He was the Doctor all the time.
[The Fourth Doctor turns into the Watcher, then gains youthful features and short straight hair. The Fifth Doctor sits up]
Fourth Doctor: Mayday! Mayday! This is an urgent message for all the Doctors. It's vitally important that you listen carefully to me for once. Our whole existence is being threatened by a renegade Time Lord known only as the Rani! She hates me. She even hates children! Two of my earlier selves have already been snared in her vicious trap. The grumpy one and the flautist, do you remember? She wants to put us out of action, lock us away in a dreary backwater of London's East End, trapped in a time-loop in perpetuity. Her evil is all around us! I can hear the heart beat of a killer. She's out there somewhere. We must be on our guard and we must stop her before she destroys all of my other selves! Oh... Oh... Good luck, my dears!
The Fourth Doctor does not actually speak in this sequence, but films clips of him appear. Many people mistakenly think that he says the line, "Commencing calculations," but that is the First Doctor, as voiced by John Guilor.
The General: "It's delusional. I mean... the calculations alone would takehundreds of years."
The Doctor: You don't have to be. Finding this all rather unpleasant is a natural human response. Don't let anyone bully you into saying any different.
The Doctor: Do you think you don’t get intelligent predators? What else do you think a human is?
Donnelly: Good grief -- murder victim feels pain. What a shock!
The Doctor: I won't tell you again, Donnelly...
Donnelly: Oh, come on--!
The Doctor: Oh, this skeleton was once a person, eh? With hopes and dreams. You recognize her name and yet her death means nothing to you.
Donnelly: I can mourn later.
The Doctor: Well, let's hope so. And let's also hope you don't follow her into oblivion.
Narvin: That depends on which stories you mean; almost no stories are.
The Doctor: Oh, stop wasting my time! I might not have much of it left.
Narvin: It wouldn't be a conventional regeneration. It may change your very nature. In some ways, perhaps, make you more than you are now.
The Doctor: "Make me more..." More... More than I have been? What? Wha-- What's that supposed to mean?! Let's just get on with it! I let my friends down. Harry and Sarah, dead!Dead! They lost because of the choices I made, I can't let all that be for nothing!
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