The Time Warrior

“A straight line may be the shortest distance between two points, but it is by no means the most interesting.”

SARAH: Linx?

DOCTOR: Yes, perhaps you're lucky enough not to have met him yet. Nasty, brutish and short just about sums him up.

“Well, I thought all this might give me a good story. I'm a journalist. Sarah Jane Smith.”

BRIGADIER: Look, Doctor, we've had a raid. Is everyone present on this landing?

DOCTOR: No. Professor Rubeish is missing.

BRIGADIER: Oh, my giddy aunt. The Minister will go spare. Did you see anything, Doctor?

(Irongron fires the flintlock and takes a chunk of wood out of the cabinet.)

BLOODAXE: Oh! Claps the ears!

IRONGRON: I'll soon master the aim.

IRONGRON: Oh, I should have slain the filthy little toad there and then. I should have carved him up into collops on the spot.

BLOODAXE: Aye, master, it puzzles me as to why you did not

IRONGRON: Aye, well, 'tis a matter of high policy, d'you see? Above your understanding. As yet, we still need Linx's aid. Weapons he has promised me, and by the stars, weapons I shall have. Wonderful, magical weapons, that will crumble the castles of those that oppose me into dust. And then, and only then, shall Linx die by my hand.

BLOODAXE: Oh, 'tis a cunning plan, Captain.

IRONGRON: Aye, 'tis as well for you dolts that you have me to guide you. Ah, there's more to war than hard strokes, my good Bloodaxe.

BLOODAXE: Aye, master, yours is indeed a towering intelligence.