DOCTOR: You know, one thing you can be certain of with politicians, is that whatever their political ideas, they always keep a well-stocked larder.

DOCTOR: When I meet a regime that needs to import savage alien life forms as security guards, I begin to wonder who the real criminals are.

JO: Those creatures aren't really savage.

CONTROLLER: Exactly. They are simply guard dogs. They just do what I tell them.

DOCTOR: You mean there aren't enough humans around that will follow your orders so blindly?

CONTROLLER: That is not what I was saying.

DOCTOR: Isn't it? Then what you're saying is that the entire human population of this planet, apart from a few remarkable exceptions like yourself, are really only fit to lead the life of a dog.

DOCTOR: I always find that violent exercise makes me hungry. Don't you agree?

POLICEMAN: Panda Three to control. I'm at the junction of Mallet Lane with Athenum Road. Nothing to report. Over.

CONTROL [OC]: Received, Panda Three. Your message timed at ten fifteen. Out.

(Then the chase whizzes past him.)

POLICEMAN: Panda Three to control. I've just spotted a silver hovercraft being chased by an old crock at ninety miles an hour, and there's a little tiny helicopter after them both! I'm in pursuit. Over.

CONTROL [OC]: Thank you, Panda Three. Signal if you need assistance. (pause) What did you say?

HARRY: She's coming round.

DOCTOR: Good.

HARRY: Steady. Steady on, old girl. Steady on.

SARAH: Harry

HARRY: Yes, I'm here, I'm here.

SARAH: Call me old girl again and I'll spit in your eye.

DOCTOR: Welcome back, Sarah Jane.

SCARLIONI: Yes, it would. So you stole the bracelet simply because it's pretty?

DOCTOR: Yes. Well, I think it is. Don't you?

SCARLIONI: Yes.

COUNTESS: My dear, I don't think he's as stupid as he seems.

SCARLIONI: My dear, nobody could be as stupid as he seems.

DOCTOR: Oh.

SCARLIONI: This interview is at an end.

DOCTOR: I don't suppose you've completely ignored my instructions and secretly prepared any Nitro Nine, have you?

ACE: What if I had?

DOCTOR: Naturally you wouldn't do anything so insanely dangerous as to carry it around with you, would you?

ACE: Of course not. I'm a good girl. I do what I'm told.

DOCTOR: Excellent. Blow up that vehicle.

THE GENERAL: Well, this is quite an honour. There have been rumours of a distinguished visitor for some time. But I must confess, I didn't expect the Reichsinspektor General.

DOCTOR: No one expects the Reichsinspektor General!

DOCTOR: Just because somebody isn't real, it doesn't mean you can't meet them.

DOCTOR: There's no time to do this by the book.

ROMANA: What book? Half the science we've used is nonsense.

DOCTOR: No change there, then. Increasing power.

DOCTOR: I need the boosters. Why have you not gone for them?

EVELYN: We're going for them now. Doctor, I've never seen you so upset.

DOCTOR: You can't take it in, can you? Oh, the blessing of a human mind.

EVELYN: Well, if you're going to be all high and mighty.

DOCTOR: It's a matter of perspective, Evelyn. Let's take your own galaxy, the Milky Way. An area of space so vast that if it were reduced to the size of the United States of America, the Earth would be less than the smallest mote of dust, barely visible through an electron microscope.

EVELYN: Oh.

VANSELL: Doctor.

DOCTOR: Seriphia is four times as large as the Milky Way, and in just a few hours six hundred billion stars will be as snuffed out candles to a new sun, a ball of fire four hundred thousand light years across. And from there it will spread on and on and on through the hundred billion other galaxies in the universe. The death toll will be as incalculable as it will be absolute. And by the end there'll be nothing left! Nothing!

VANSELL: You've made your point, Doctor.

EVELYN: All right, Doctor. I understand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, all right?

DOCTOR: No. No, Evelyn. No, I'm sorry.

EVELYN: We can still stop the Daleks, can't we?

DOCTOR: Of course we can. And we will. I'd better help Romana with the repairs.

EVELYN: Come on, Vansell. Let's get the man what he needs.

VANSELL: Good luck, Doctor.

DALEK: Rise!

EVELYN: You could help a girl up, Dalek. A pretty face like mine could open a lot of doors for you.

DALEK: Surrender the crystal!

DOCTOR: Oh, all right. (stops running) You can have it. But let my friend here go first.

DALEK: She must be exterminated.

DOCTOR: Let her go, or I'll smash your crystal against this wall. Go on, Romana, to the end of the corridor.

ROMANA: Doctor, another one.

DALEK 2: Do not move.

ROMANA: Your friend just said I could.

DOCTOR: Afraid so. Don't kick him out of the union or anything, will you. | did threaten to destroy your precious crystal. What you might call a Mexican stand-off. Ever exterminated any Mexicans?

DOCTOR: Well, here we are. The Vault of the Eye of Harmony. Let's get unpacked.

ROMANA: The atmosphere here. You can feel the power, can't you?

DOCTOR: The secret power of a syphoned singularity, the sacred heart of the Time Lords.

ROMANA: And we're reducing it to the equivalent of an electric socket.

DOCTOR: Well, that's all it is when you strip away the mystical mumbo-jumbo. A phenomenal power source.

DALEK: You will be...

DOCTOR: Exterminated? Yes, I dare say I will. (sotto) Back away, all of you.

ROMANA: Daleks, wait. I'm too old, and frankly, too important to be taking orders from you, Doctor.

EVELYN: That's what I always tell him, but is this really the time for a mutiny?

ROMANA: Daleks, I may have been slave unit one one seven on Etra Prime, but here I am President of the High Council of Time Lords. These people are my subjects, and useful to me, for now at least. I won't have you kill them.

ROMANA: Even after twenty years, I still fear them coming for me. They leave me here in the cell for days at a time, no distractions, no exercise, no food, and you never hear them coming, and it's dark, so you never see them. They roll along that metal floor, closer and closer, soundlessly, nearer, nearer. Stop outside the door.

VRINT: Please I...

ROMANA: That voice, the orders, the pushing you down the corridor for the special service, and you see them crowding around you, all sharp lines and angles and sticks, watching you do whatever it is they can't or choose not to do for themselves.

VRINT: I am not one of the slave elite.

ROMANA: They may look like the robots, but you know what, what you've become. And just as we wouldn't thank a robot when the work is done, they send you away again in silence. Silently up the corridor, the black plastic poking you in the back, and you look down and you remember when your body was full and young and fit and not emaciated, atrophying in some stinking hole in the rock. And you come back, step after step, and the numbers are always the same, just as the days and the nights are always the same. And all that's changing is a little bit of you is dying, day after day after

VRINT: You're unit one one seven...

ROMANA: I am not unit one one seven! I am Romanadvoratrelundar. I have no choice but to let the Daleks dehumanise me, but I will not tolerate the same treatment from you. Who are you?

VRINT: Unit sixty three.

ROMANA: Your name, you idiot. You have a name, don't you? Or have the Daleks taken that from you with everything else.

VRINT: My name is Vrint. I am Vrint of the Monan Host.

ROMANA: (sighs) That's better.

TRINKETT: Well, personnel restrictions do apply to Time Lords too. You've placed us in a difficult position, Delegate Doctor.

DOCTOR: For which I cannot apologise enough, so I shan't even start. Now, tell me, Monitor Trinkett, have you noticed anything untoward in this sector of space recently?

BERENGARLA: Hiding in crypts doesn’t make you look evil, Childeric. Just rather sulky and antisocial.

THOMAS DODD: We all want immortality, don't we? But with a chrome finish?

ASQUITH: What do you think? How’s the compression? I think I’ve got too much ballast round the middle. (Fart!) Oh, that’s better.

MARGARET: We’ve really got to fix the gas exchange. It’s getting ridiculous.

GREEN: I don’t know. Seems very human to me.

JACK: We're discussing business.

ROSE: This isn't business. This is champagne.

JACK: I try never to discuss business with a clear head.

DOCTOR: Setting this to self-destruct, soon as everybody's clear. History says there was an explosion here. Who am I to argue with history?

ROSE: Usually the first in line.

HARCOURT: Doctor Constantine.

CONSTANTINE: Mrs Harcourt. How much better you're looking.

HARCOURT: My leg's grown back. When I come to the hospital, I had one leg.

CONSTANTINE: Well, there is a war on. Is it possible you miscounted?

DARKEL (To Wynter): This sort of political maneuvering just isn’t my strong suit, you see.