DOCTOR: We Time Lords are a very meticulous people. You have to be when you live as long as we do.

COLBY: There's a corpse by the wood.

FENDELMAN: What sort of corpse?

COLBY: A dead one. What other sort is there?

DOCTOR: Hmm, beautiful.

COLBY: Beautiful?

DOCTOR: Yes, sodium chloride. Obviously affects the conductivity, ruins the overall electrical balance and prevents control of localised disruption to the osmotic pressures.

LEELA: Salt kills it.

DOCTOR: I just said that. Probably the origin of throwing it over your shoulder. Come on.

(Leela has an old man at knife-point. A bicycle lies at their feet.)

LEELA: He came armed and silent.

DOCTOR: You must have been sent by Providence.

MOSS: No, I was sent by the Council to cut the verges.

LEELA: Your Council should choose its warriors more carefully. A child of the Sevateem could have taken you.

MOSS: Escaped from somewhere, hasn't she? If you're her doctor, you shouldn't let her wander around loose. She could do someone a damage.

LEELA: He was not hunting us?

DOCTOR: No. Would you like a jelly baby?

MOSS: You've both escaped from somewhere, haven't you.

DOCTOR: Frequently. What's the nearest village?

DOCTOR: You know, I don't think these cows know anything about the time scanner