LEELA: Doctor! Please, don't jump.

DOCTOR: Magnificent view, isn't it. How high is this building?

CORDO: A thousand metres.

DOCTOR: A thousand metres? My. Are we interrupting something?

CORDO: What would you say, Citizen?

DOCTOR: Somehow I have the impression you're thinking of killing yourself.

CORDO: It's the taxes.

DOCTOR: What?

CORDO: It's the taxes. I can't pay the taxes.

DOCTOR: Oh, the taxes. My dear old thing, all you need is a wiley accountant. Would you care for a jelly baby? Hmm? Try one.

CORDO: What?

DOCTOR: They're rather good.