(Morton slaps the Doctor on the back)

MORTON: Hot diggety! I knew I was right. You should be wearing Police uniforms, you all is, you all is in a chase.

DOCTOR: Chase? Yes, as a matter of fact, young man, that's exactly what this is. Now, if you'll excuse me, I must be getting along. It's the chase, you know?

MORTON: Sure thing, Mister! I understand. Just wait til I tell the folks back home I met some real live movie pe- (knocks on TARDIS door) Do you know Cheyenne Bodie? Look, just wait a minute, I want to get this thing on celluloid.

(The TARDIS dematerialises)

MORTON: That's real clever, how they done that. Sure if it don't beat all.

BARBARA: What's that awful noise?

DOCTOR: I beg your pardon? awful noise? That's no way to talk about my singing!

BARBARA: No, Doctor, not that awful noise, the other one. Listen to it!

DOCTOR: I have the directional instincts of a homing pigeon. Now, come along. Follow me.

IAN: Oh, Doctor? Your coat, please.

DOCTOR: My dear boy, we're trying to beat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale.

(On the Visualiser, Ian and Barbara burst into laughter)

VICKI: Doctor, they made it! They made it!

DOCTOR: I shall miss them. Yes, I shall miss them, silly old fusspots. Come along, my dear, it's time we were off.