DOCTOR: I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren’t there.

DOCTOR: But it was a childish dream that made you a doctor! You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn't that true? Don't be sad, Grace. You'll do great things.

DOCTOR: Grace, let me in. We can sit down, we can have a cup of tea, we can talk about this reasonably.

GRACE: Sure, Time lord to Earthling.

DOCTOR: Yes, that's right. I am a Time Lord.

GRACE: I thought you were a doctor.

DOCTOR: I thought you were a doctor!

GRACE: I am calling an ambulance to take you back to Psychiatric from which you have obviously escaped!

(The Master had donned an ornate Time Lord ceremonial robe.)

MASTER: I always dress for the occasion.

DOCTOR: A meteor storm. The sky above us was dancing with lights. Purple, green and brilliant yellow! Yes!

GRACE: What?

DOCTOR: These shoes! They fit perfectly. Yes.

POLICEMAN: Sir, ma'am, go back to your vehicle.

GRACE: What? Stop! He's er, he's British.

DOCTOR: Yes, I suppose I am. Jelly baby, officer?

POLICEMAN: Jelly baby?

GRACE: Just take it.

(The policeman takes a sweet and sniffs it while the Doctor makes lip-smacking noises. When he bites into it, the Doctor takes his gun and points it at his own chest.)

DOCTOR: Now, would you stand aside before I shoot myself.

DOCTOR: (pained) Something's happening. Something's happening. Something's happening.

GRACE: Okay. Okay. Okay. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god!

(The Doctor pants and wheezes, then stops abruptly.)

DOCTOR: I know who I am!

GRACE: Oh! (laughs)

(The Doctor kisses Grace passionately as both laugh.)

DOCTOR: I... am... the Doctor!

GRACE: Good! (beat) Now do that again.

DOCTOR: See, I told you it was small.

GRACE: What is it they say?

DOCTOR: Yeah they say that on my planet too.

DOCTOR: Yes!

GRACE: What?

DOCTOR: These shoes! They fit perfectly. Yes.

(The Doctor runs off, leaving Grace open-mouthed at the non-sequiturs.)