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

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

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.

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

(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)

(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.

IAN: Oh, Doctor? Your coat, please.

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

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

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. )

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

(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.)

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.

STEVEN: That the nature of man, even in this day and age, hasn't altered at all. You still fear the unknown, like everyone else before you.

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

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

BALLAD: So fill up your glasses,

And join in the song.

The law's right behind you,

And it won't take long.

So come, you coyotes

And howl at the moon,

Till there's blood upon the sawdust,

In The Last Chance Saloon.

(Dodo hugs Steven.)

DODO: Oh, Steven.

STEVEN: I shall miss you both, Dodo.

DODO: I shall miss you.

DOCTOR: Well, I must say, young man, I'm very proud of you.

STEVEN: Doctor, I don't know if I-

DOCTOR: I know, I know, my boy. Well, go on, you mustn't keep them waiting.

STEVEN: Goodbye, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Goodbye, Steven, and good luck.

(Steven leaves.)

BEN: Well, it better be 1966 or I'm in dead trouble, Doctor. Well, anyway, wherever it is, it can't be as bad as going back to them days.

DOCTOR: My dear boy, it could be a great deal worse.

(Daleks chant in unison)

DALEKS: We will get our power. We will get our power. We will get our power.

(Daleks chant in unison)

ALL DALEKS: Daleks conquer and destroy! Daleks conquer and destroy! Daleks conquer and destroy! Daleks conquer and destroy! Daleks conquer and destroy! Daleks conquer and destroy!