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: 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: No! Stop, you're making me giddy! No, you can't do this to me! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

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

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!

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?

DOCTOR: Logic, my dear Zoe, merely enables one to be wrong with authority.

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.

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

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.

TERRALL: Doctor. No doubt you're a keen student of human nature, but some things are better left alone.

DOCTOR: No, Mister Terrall, I am not a student of human nature. I am a professor of a far wider academy, of which human nature is merely a part. All forms of life interest me.

DOCTOR: Well, this is gay!

DOCTOR: A gentleman at last. Doctor von Wer, at your service.

SERGEANT: Doctor who?

DOCTOR: (sotto) That's what I said.

DOCTOR: Your eyes, man. You suffer from headaches?

PERKINS: No, I don't.

(The Doctor bangs Perkins' head on the desk.)

DOCTOR: No headaches?

PERKINS: Well, er. Ow!

(Another thump.)

DOCTOR: Oh dear. You call me a liar?

PERKINS: Well, no, no, no, no. Me head does ache.