The Curse of Fenric

JUDSON: Ah, the sound of dying. When it comes to death, quantity is so much more satisfying than quality.

MILLINGTON: The final

JUDSON: Don't interrupt me when I'm eulogising. Where is the Time Lord?

MILLINGTON: Time Lord?

JUDSON: The one you call Doctor.

MILLINGTON: I had him shot.

JUDSON: I can see you've never been handicapped by great intelligence. For seventeen centuries I was trapped in the shadow dimensions because of him. He pulled bones from the desert sands and carved them into chess pieces. He challenged me to solve his puzzle. I failed. Now I shall see him kneel before me before I let him die.

ACE: I don't love her! She's my mum, and I don't love her! What's wrong with me? Why can't I stop hating her?

DOCTOR: You loved the baby.

ACE: But I didn't know she was my mum!

DOCTOR: Love and hate, frightening feelings, especially when they're trapped struggling beneath the surface. Don't be frightened of the water.

WAINWRIGHT: I know who you are.

PHYLLIS: You've always known us.

(Wainwright turns around.)

WAINWRIGHT: But vampires are just superstition. Why?

JEAN: We have black hearts. We were lost on the day we were born.

WAINWRIGHT: That's not true. No one is lost.

PHYLLIS: Everyone is lost.

WAINWRIGHT: No further. This is holy. It will destroy you.

PHYLLIS: Objects can't harm us. It's human belief, and you stopped believing when the bombs started falling.

WAINWRIGHT: I'm not frightened of German bombs.

JEAN: Not German bombs, British.

PHYLLIS: On German cities. British bombs killing German children.

WAINWRIGHT: No. No!

“Love and hate. Frightening feelings, especially when they're trapped struggling beneath the surface.”

FENRIC: Let the Ancient One approach. (pause) Where is the Ancient One?

JEAN: He waits.

FENRIC: He waits? He waits? What for? Has he no sense of occasion?