DOCTOR: Goodbye, Zoe.

ZOE: Goodbye, Doctor. Will we ever meet again?

DOCTOR: Again? Now, Zoe, you and I know, time is relative, isn't it?

DOCTOR: Goodbye, Jamie.

JAMIE: I won't forget you, you know.

DOCTOR: I won't forget you. Don't go blundering into too much trouble, will you?

JAMIE: Oh, you're a fine one to talk.

DOCTOR: Oh, my giddy aunt.

ZOE: Of course he can. The Doctor's almost as clever as I am.

DOCTOR: I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them!

ISOBEL: You're still worried about your two friends, aren't you?

ZOE: Yes, a bit.

ISOBEL: They can't have got themselves into any sort of trouble, can they?

ZOE: Oh, you wouldn't say that if you knew them. If there's trouble to be found, the Doctor and Jamie can't miss it.

JAMIE: We're stuck here in this lift now!

DOCTOR: No, no it's the lift that's stuck, not us. Look.

(The Doctor points up at a maintenance hatch on the ceiling)

JAMIE: Hey, where does that lead to?

DOCTOR: Out into the lift shaft, I imagine. Quickly, on me back.

(The Doctor leans down)

JAMIE: You know something?

DOCTOR: Mmhmm?

JAMIE: You're a clever wee chappie.

DOCTOR: An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one, Jamie. Just act stupid. Do you think you can manage that?

JAMIE: Well it's simple isn't it? All we've got to do is dig a tunnel through from here to the borehole and catch the seed device thing on it's way down. Well, it was just an idea.

DOCTOR: But Jamie, it's a brilliant idea! It's so simple only you could have thought of it.

JAMIE: Oh. Eh?

JAMIE: Doctor, come on, will ye? The whole place is going to blow up.

DOCTOR: Oh, it's quite all right, Jamie. The planet is quite safe. There's just going to be a localised volcanic eruption. It'll only affect the island.

JAMIE: Maybe so, but we happen to be on the island.

DOCTOR: Oh, my word!

JAMIE: You're just not trained for an emergency like this.

ZOE: Well, that's the whole point. What good am I? I've been created for some false kind of existence where only known kinds of emergencies are catered for. Well, what good is that to me now?

JAMIE: Hey, we're not done yet, you know.

ZOE: And if we survive? What then, Jamie? Suppose we do get ourselves out of this mess. What have I got left? A blind reliance on facts and logic.

ZOE: I don't want to be thought of as a freak. Leo said I was like a robot, a machine. I think he's right. My head's been pumped full of facts and figures which I reel out automatically when needed, but, well, I want to feel things as well.

FARIAH: You can't threaten me now, Benik. I can only die once, and someone's beaten you to it.

DOCTOR: 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.

DOCTOR: Victoria, I think this is one of those instances where discretion is the better part of valour. Jamie has an idea. Come along.

JAMIE: Have you thought up some clever plan, Doctor?

DOCTOR: Yes, Jamie, I believe I have.

JAMIE: What are you going to do?

DOCTOR: Bung a rock at it.

DOCTOR: Are you happy with us, Victoria?

VICTORIA: Yes, I am. At least, I would be if my father were here.

DOCTOR: Yes, I know, I know.

VICTORIA: I wonder what he would have thought if he could see me now.

DOCTOR: You miss him very much, don't you?

VICTORIA: It's only when I close my eyes. I can still see him standing there, before those horrible Dalek creatures came to the house. He was a very kind man, I shall never forget him. Never.

DOCTOR: No, of course you won't. But, you know, the memory of him won't always be a sad one.

VICTORIA: I think it will. You can't understand, being so ancient.

DOCTOR: Eh?

VICTORIA: I mean old.

DOCTOR: Oh.

VICTORIA: You probably can't remember your family.

DOCTOR: Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they sleep in my mind, and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You'll find there's so much else to think about. So remember, our lives are different to anybody else's. That's the exciting thing. There's nobody in the universe can do what we're doing. You must get some sleep and let this poor old man stay awake.

DOCTOR: You look very nice in that dress, Victoria.

VICTORIA: Thank you. Don't you think it's a bit--

DOCTOR: A bit short? Oh, I shouldn't worry about that. Look at Jamie's.

DOCTOR: Our lives are different to anybody else’s. That’s the exciting thing. There’s nobody in the universe can do what we’re doing.

KLIEG: Yes, yes, I can see that, but how did you know in the first place?

DOCTOR: Oh, I use my own special technique.

KLIEG: Oh really, Doctor? And may we know what that is?

DOCTOR: Keeping my eyes open and my mouth shut.

(The TARDIS materialises in the middle of a runway. Jamie and the Doctor come out.)

JAMIE: It's a flying beastie!

DOCTOR: Well, this is gay!

DOCTOR: There are some corners of the universe which have bred the most terrible things. They must be fought.

POLLY: You know, those dresses really do suit you, Doctor.

DOCTOR: Oh, you saucy girl.

KIRSTY: You're the very image of my old granny McLaren.

POLLY: You're wonderful, Doctor.

DOCTOR: I know.