ROMANA: I see. So where are we going?

DOCTOR: Going? I don’t know.

ROMANA: You have absolutely no sense of responsibility whatsoever.

DOCTOR: What?

(Romana backs him up against a wall, poking him with every word)

ROMANA: You’re capricious, arrogant, self-opinionated, irrational, and you don’t even know where we’re going.

MEL: Well what about your chemistry a-level, then?

ACE: That's no good. I got suspended after I blew up the art room.

(Mel laughs)

MEL: You blew up the art room?

ACE: It was only a small explosion! They couldn't understand how blowing up the art room was a creative act!

DOCTOR: You destroyed it.

ACE: I aimed for the eyepiece.

TV ANNOUNCER: This is BBC television. The time is a quarter past five and Saturday viewing continues with an adventure in the new science fiction series, Doc-

ACE: Professor I'm hungry! Lack of food makes me hungry, you know.

DOCTOR: Lack of food makes you obstreperous.

ACE: These dayleks-

DOCTOR: Daleks.

ACE: Oh, Daleks, where are they from?

DOCTOR: From Skaro, at least originally. They're the mutated remains of a species called the Kaleds. Left here.

(The Doctor points left)

ACE: When were they left here?

DOCTOR: No, turn left here!

ACE: Oh, right.

DOCTOR: No, left, you missed the turning.

ACE: What turn? Where?

(Ace looks from side to side)

DOCTOR: Why don't you concentrate on where you're going!

ACE: Look I'm doing the best I can, if you don't like it you drive!

(Screen goes dark as they drive under a bridge. When we next see them they've swapped places)

ALLISON: A matter transmitter? But that's impossible.

RACHEL: Impossible. You know after this, I'm going to retire and raise begonias.

(Gilmore grumbles)

IAN: I just feel we should be doing something.

RACHEL: Frankly, I wouldn't advise it, Group Captain. We're in way over our heads.

IAN: You were hired as a Chief Scientific Advisor. One tends to expect advice from ones advisers.

RACHEL: For one thing, Group Captain, I was not hired, I was drafted. And for another, do you think I am enjoying having some space vagrant come along and tell me that the painstaking research I have devoted my life to has been superseded by a bunch of tin-plated pepperpots?

IAN: Steady on, Professor.

RACHEL: Steady on? You drag me down from Cambridge, you quote the Peace Time Emergency Powers Act at me, and then you expect me to advise on something outside the realm of human experience! Bluntly, Group Captain, we're reliant on The Doctor because only The Doctor knows what is going on.

DALEK: Small human female sighted on level three.

ACE: Who you calling small!

(Ace proceeds to bash the dalek with her baseball bat, knocking off the eye stalk)

NEANDER: A friend of yours, Leela?

LEELA: Yes, this is Narvin, my... Narvin.

ACE: Sometimes I wonder why it is that I always like to be keeping an eye on what's going on around me. It's not like I'm a secret agent or anything... I wish! I think I'd be good at that kinda thing.

NARVIN: And as for my beloved Leela...

(Narvin chuckles)

NARVIN: Beloved. Don't let her hear that, Narvin.