The Sun Makers

“Grinding oppression of the masses is the only policy that pays dividends.”

LEELA: Doctor! Please, don't jump.

DOCTOR: Magnificent view, isn't it. How high is this building?

CORDO: A thousand metres.

DOCTOR: A thousand metres? My. Are we interrupting something?

CORDO: What would you say, Citizen?

DOCTOR: Somehow I have the impression you're thinking of killing yourself.

CORDO: It's the taxes.

DOCTOR: What?

CORDO: It's the taxes. I can't pay the taxes.

DOCTOR: Oh, the taxes. My dear old thing, all you need is a wiley accountant. Would you care for a jelly baby? Hmm? Try one.

CORDO: What?

DOCTOR: They're rather good.

LEELA: Strange. I feel fear. Why should I be frightened?

K9: There is a chemical inhibitor in the air, mistress. I have analysed it.

LEELA: What does that mean, K9?

K9: It means you feel fear because it affects the human nervous system and debilitates the will.

LEELA: You mean there's nothing to be afraid of, just something in the air?

K9: Affirmative.

LEELA: Right. Come on.

LEELA: These taxes, they are like sacrifices to tribal gods?

DOCTOR: Well, roughly speaking, but paying tax is more painful.