EVELYN: Anyway, what was it that the Queen said that upset you? I thought you conquered her with your bedside manner! She seemed happy enough with you when I left.

DOCTOR: She was. So happy with me, in fact, that she has decided to give me a gift!

EVELYN: What’s so bad about that?

DOCTOR: The particular gift she has in mind is a wife!

EVELYN: (laughs) Goodness me! Anyone we know?

DOCTOR: Her lady in waiting, Sarah.

CROW: Oh, you’ve a fine prize there, Doctor! All of London knows that Sarah Whiteside is a pretty young thing.

DOCTOR: I don’t care how pretty she is, I am not going to marry her.