SUSAN: Grandfather, we can make friends with them.

DOCTOR: Oh, don't be ridiculous, child.

BARBARA: Why? You treat everybody and everything as something less important than yourself.

IAN: It may only be a small opening. Don't count on it.

DOCTOR: Well you obviously are.

IAN: Of course I am. Any hope is better than none. Don't just lie there criticizing us. Do something. Help us all to get out of here.

DOCTOR: What're you doing here?

ROSE: I live here.

DOCTOR: Well, what do you do that for?

ROSE: Because I do. I'm only at home because someone blew up my job.

DOCTOR: I must have got the wrong signal. You're not plastic, are you? No, bonehead. Bye, then.

ROSE: You were useless in there. You'd be dead if it wasn't for me.

DOCTOR: Yes, I would. Thank you.

ROSE: Hold on a minute. You can't just go swanning off.

DOCTOR: Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See you.

ROSE: But that arm was moving. It tried to kill me.

DOCTOR: Ten out of ten for observation.

PETER DICKSON: But that's the drawing room, sir.

DOCTOR: I don't mind.

ROSE: And I don't draw!