“I have the directional instincts of a homing pigeon. Now, come along. Follow me.”

IAN: Oh, Doctor? Your coat, please.

DOCTOR: My dear boy, we're trying to beat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale.

DOCTOR: Even after all this time he cannot understand. I dare not change the course of history. Well, at least I taught him to take some precautions. He did remember to look at the scanner before he opened the doors. Now they're all gone. All gone. None of them could understand. Not even my little Susan, or Vicki. And as for Barbara and Chatterton. Chesterton. They were all too impatient to get back to their own time. And now, Steven. Perhaps I should go home, back to my own planet. But I can't. I can't.

“ (mexican) Why, hello, Bruce. What are you doing here, huh?”

“It is too important. I must be sure. Oh dear. What pretty crockery this is. Sad really, isn't it? People spend all their time making nice things, and other people come along and break them.”

(A metallic clang echoes loudly.)

DOCTOR: Great jumping gobstoppers! What's that?

“Men. Creatures! Made in the factory!”

“Linx.”

“You unspeakable abomination!”

VICKI: You know, Doctor, I'm getting quite fond of Zombo.

DOCTOR: What?

VICKI: Zombo, it's his name. I gave it to him.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes, I see, I see.

VICKI: He's quite cute, isn't he, when he's like this.

DOCTOR: Well, I haven't noticed it before, my dear, but since you mention it, no I don't think so.

“Come along, put me through, will you? Come along, drop this hairdryer, or whatever it is.”

(On the Visualiser, Ian and Barbara burst into laughter)

VICKI: Doctor, they made it! They made it!

DOCTOR: I shall miss them. Yes, I shall miss them, silly old fusspots. Come along, my dear, it's time we were off.

VICKI: I shall miss them, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Who?

VICKI: Ian and Barbara.

DOCTOR: Yes, I shall miss them too. First Susan and now them.

DOCTOR: Now listen to me, young man. Sit down. Now, there are two things you can do. One, sit there until you get your breath back, and two, don't call me Doc! Now do I make myself clear?

STEVEN: Yes, yes, whatever you say, Doc-tor!

DOCTOR: What do you think of that now, eh? A Viking helmet.

STEVEN: Oh, maybe.

DOCTOR: What do you mean, maybe? What do you think it is, a space helmet for a cow?

(His TARDIS is now the size of the altar. It's no longer bigger inside than outside.)

MONK: Ah! Ah! What's he done? He's taken my dimensional control! He's ruined my time machine! I'm, I'm marooned. Marooned! In 1066. Oh, Doctor. Doctor! Doctor!

(Down on the beach, the TARDIS dematerialises. )

(Light years away, on the planet Kembel Jeff Garvey is lying on the jungle floor, barely conscious. Garvey wakes up with a start, sitting up and peering about himself in confusion.)

GARVEY: I remember now. I must, I must kill. I must kill. I must kill.

KATARINA: Diomede, Cressida has sent me.

STEVEN: Who are you?

KATARINA: I've come to take you to your temple. Oh, come, quickly.

STEVEN: I can't.

KATARINA: Lean on me.

(Katarina helps the weakened Steven back towards the TARDIS.)

DODO: The statue. They've finished the statue.

(But the head of the statue isn't human, it's Monoid.)

“Importance lies in the character and to what use you put this intelligence. We respect you as we respect all life.”

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

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

BARBARA: Vicki, are you going to come with us?

VICKI: Oh I, I'd like to. Yes, if you'll have me.

(Ian gets the gun)

IAN: All right. Hey, I wonder if it works, hey? (makes rat-a-tat noises)

DOCTOR: Chesterton, this is no time to be playing cowboys and indians.

DOCTOR: (inside the Dalek.) I fooled them all! I am the master!

[Museum]

(The Doctor comes out of the Dalek room still chuckling, and is promptly captured by two Morok guards)

(They can see Victoria on the scanner.)

JAMIE: We can't just leave her.

DOCTOR: We are not leaving her, Jamie. It was her decision to stay. She'll be quite all right with the Harrises. Now don't worry so much, Jamie.

JAMIE: I'm not, I'm just. Och, come on, let's go.

DOCTOR: Well, where would you like to go?

JAMIE: I couldn't care less.

DOCTOR: I was fond of her too, you know, Jamie.