The Sirens of Time

ELLIE: I don’t quite see why I should be answering questions from an interloper. And anyway, you’re mistaken.

SIXTH DOCTOR: Oh, I’m afraid that won’t wash. I can assure you that if you knew me well enough you’d know that I’m hardly ever mistaken!

“Why is it anywhere I go there are people like you stomping around in shiny boots, pointing guns, and asking stupid questions?”

SIXTH DOCTOR: When it comes down to it I’m a bit of a know-it-all really. Androids, Cybermen, Daleks, Sontarans, Ice warriors, you name it I can quote you chapter and verse. Need I go on?

ELLIE: I have a feeling you’re going to.

FIFTH DOCTOR: Perhaps it’s time we shared out experiences, agreed?

ALL: Agreed

SIXTH DOCTOR: Contact

FIFTH DOCTOR: Contact

SEVENTH DOCTOR: Contact

SIXTH DOCTOR: I think we’d better make ourselves scarce.

SEVENTH DOCTOR: Quick, over here! Argh! You’re on my foot!

SIXTH DOCTOR: Well shift up a bit! For someone so short, you’re taking up a lot of room.

SEVENTH DOCTOR: No comment.

FIFTH DOCTOR: Will you two keep quiet!?

“Best foot forward, Doctors!”

SEVENTH DOCTOR: Do you know, talking to yourself is often thought to be the first sign of madness?

SIXTH DOCTOR: Yes. But a little madness helps, don’t you think?

“Azimendah, you're an android pilot with a spotless record. I'd trust you to fly me stark naked through a cheese grater. It's your show.”