Series 3

Smith and Jones

The Doctor popping up: Like so. {he takes off his tie} See?

Mr. Stoker: John Smith. Admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones why don’t you see what you can find. Amaze me.
Martha Jones: That wasn’t very clever running around outside, was it?
The Doctor: Sorry?
Martha: On Chancellor Street this morning. You came up to me and took your tie off.
The Doctor: Really? What’d I do that for?
Martha: I don’t know, you just did.

Martha: Have you got a brother?
The Doctor: No. Not anymore. Just me.

Martha: Why’s everyone fussing about rain?
Julia Swales: It’s going up.
Tish Jones: The rain is going up.

Julia Swales: Martha, it’s night. It was lunchtime.
Martha: It’s not night.
Julia Swales: It’s got to be. It’s dark.
Martha: We’re on the Moon.

Martha: It’s real. It’s really real. Hold on— {She goes to open the window}
Swales: Don’t! We’ll lose all the air.
Martha: But they’re not exactly airtight. If the air was gonna get sucked out it would have happened straight away, but it didn’t. So how come?
The Doctor: Very good point. Brilliant, in fact. What’s your name?
Martha: Martha.
The Doctor: And it was Jones, wasn’t it?

The Doctor: Martha what have we got, is there a balcony on this floor or a veranda, or—
Martha: By the patient’s lounge, yeah.
The Doctor: Fancy going out?
Martha: Okay.
The Doctor: We might die.
Martha: We might not.
The Doctor: Good. Come on.

Martha: We’ve got air. How does that work?
The Doctor: Just be glad it does.

Martha: I promise you, Mr. Smith. We will find a way out. If we can travel to the moon then we can travel back. There’s got to be a way.
The Doctor: It’s not Smith. That’s not my real name.
Martha: Who are you then?
The Doctor: I’m the Doctor.
Martha: Me too, if I ever pass my tests. What is it then, Dr. Smith?
The Doctor: Just the Doctor.
Martha: How d’you mean, just the Doctor?
The Doctor: Just. The Doctor.
Martha: What, people call you the Doctor?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Martha: Well I’m not. As far as I’m concerned you’ve gotta earn that title.
The Doctor: Well I better have a start then.

The Doctor: One thousand people. Suffocating.
Martha: Why would anyone do that? {a ship sounds overhead.}
The Doctor: Heads up. Ask them yourself.

Martha: Aliens. That’s aliens. Real, proper aliens!
The Doctor: Judoon.

The Doctor: Oh look down there! You’ve got a little shop. I love a little shop.
Martha: Never mind that! What are Judoon?
The Doctor: They’re police. Well, police for hire. They’re more like interplanetary thugs.
Martha: And they brought us to the moon?
The Doctor: Neutral territory. According to galactic law they’ve got no jurisdiction over the Earth and they’ve isolated it. That rain, lightning. That was them. Using an H2O scoop.

Martha: If they’re police, are we under arrest? Are we trespassing on the moon or something?
The Doctor: No. But I like that! Good thinking. No, I wish it were that simple. They’re making a catalog, that means they’re after something non-human which is very bad news for me.
Martha: Why? {he looks at her.} Oh, you are kidding me. Don’t be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that.

Martha: What’s that thing?
The Doctor: Sonic screwdriver.
Martha: Well if you’re not going to answer me properly.
The Doctor: No really, it is. It’s a screwdriver and it’s sonic. Look.
Martha: What else have you got, laser spanner?
The Doctor: I did, but it was stolen by Emily Parkhurst. Cheeky woman.

The Doctor: When I say “now,” press the button.
Martha: But I don’t know which one!
The Doctor: Then find out.

Martha: You’re completely mad.
The Doctor: You’re right. I look daft with one shoe. Barefoot on the moon!

Judoon: You will need this.
Martha: What’s that for?
Judoon: Compensation.

The Doctor: I just thought, since you saved my life and I’ve got a brand new sonic screwdriver which needs road testing, you might fancy a trip.
Martha: What, into space?
The Doctor: Well.
Martha: But I can’t. I’ve got exams. I’ve got things to do. I’ve got to go into town first thing and pay the rent. I’ve got my family going mad—
The Doctor: If it helps, I can travel in time as well.
Martha: Get out of here.
The Doctor: I can.
Martha: Come on now. That is going too far.
The Doctor: I’ll prove it. {he leaves and returns holding his tie} Told ya.
Martha: No, but— that was this morning. But, did you? Oh my god you can travel in time. But hold on, if you could see me this morning why didn’t you tell me not to go into work?
The Doctor: Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.

The Doctor: Just one trip. To say thanks! You get one trip then back home. I’d rather be on my own.

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The Shakespeare Code

London 1599

Martha: But how do you travel in time? And what makes it go?
The Doctor: Oh, let’s take the fun and the mystery out of everything! Martha, you don’t want to know. It just does. Hold on!
Martha: Blimey, did you have to pass a test to fly this thing?
The Doctor: Yes, and I failed it.

Martha: But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?
The Doctor: Of course we can. Why do you ask?
Martha: It’s like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race.
The Doctor: Tell you what then, don’t step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?

The Doctor: When you get home, you can tell everyone you met Shakespeare.
Martha: Then I could get sectioned.

Martha: And those are men dressed as women, yeah?
The Doctor: London never changes.

Martha: Where’s Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare! {yelling} Author! Author! Do people shout that? Do they shout “author”?
Crowd: Author! Author!
The Doctor: They do now.

Martha: He’s a bit different from his portraits.

The Doctor: Genius. He’s a genius. The genius. The most human human there’s ever been. Now we’re gonna hear him speak. Always he chooses the best words, New beautiful, brilliant words.
Shakespeare (Dean Lennox Kelly): Ah, shut your big fat mouths!
Martha: You should never meet your heroes.

Martha: I’m not an expert, but I’ve never heard of Love’s Labours Won.
The Doctor: Exactly. The lost play. It doesn’t exist. I mean rumors, it’s mentioned in his plays but it never turns up. And no one knows why.

Shakespeare: Sweet lady. Such unusual clothes. So fitted.
Martha: Um. Verily. Forsooth. Egads.
The Doctor: No. No. No. Don’t do that.

The Doctor: I’m Sir Doctor of Tardis and this is my companion Miss Martha Jones.
Shakespeare: Interesting, that bit of paper. It’s blank.
The Doctor: Oh, that’s very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius.
Martha: No, it says right there. Sir Doctor and Martha Jones. It says that.
Shakespeare: It’s blank.
The Doctor: Psychic paper. Um… long story. Oh, I hate to start from scratch.

Martha: And why are you telling them that?
The Doctor: This lot have still got one foot in the Dark Ages. If I tell them the truth they’ll panic and think it was witchcraft.
Martha: Okay, what was it then?
The Doctor: Witchcraft.

Shakespeare: Poor Linley. So many strange events. Not least of all this land of Freedonia, where a woman can be a doctor.
Martha: Where a woman can do what she likes.
Shakespeare: And you, Sir Doctor. How can a man so young have eyes so old?
The Doctor: I do a lot of reading.
Shakespeare: A trite reply, yeah? That’s what I do. And you, you look at him like you’re surprised he exists. He’s as much of a puzzle to you as he is to me.

Martha: So magic and stuff. That’s a surprise. It’s all a bit Harry Potter.
The Doctor: Wait ’til you read book seven. Woah. I cried.

The Doctor: There’s something I’m missing, Martha. Something really close. Staring me right in the face and I can’t see it. Rose would know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now she’d say exactly the right thing. Still. Can’t be helped. You’re a novice, never mind. Take you back home tomorrow.
Martha: Great.

Martha: Doctor.
The Doctor: What did you see?
Martha: A witch.

The Doctor: Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen…
Martha: There’s fourteen lines in a sonnet.
The Doctor: So there is. Good point. Words and shapes following the same design. Fourteen lines, fourteen sides, fourteen facets… Oh my head! Tetradecagon. Think think think. Words, letters, numbers, lines!
Shakespeare: This is just the theatre!
The Doctor: Oh yeah, but the theatre’s magic, isn’t it? You should know. Stand on this stage, say the right words with the right emphasis at the right time. Oh, you can make men weep.

Martha: Woah, nelly! I know for a fact you’ve got a wife in country.
Shakespeare: But Martha, this is town.
The Doctor: Come on! We can have a good flirt later.
Shakespeare: Is that a promise, Doctor?
The Doctor: Oh. Fifty-seven academics just punched the air.

Martha: Let us out! Let us out!
The Doctor: That’s not going to work. The whole building’s shouting that.
Doomfinger: Who would die first? Hm?
The Doctor: Well, if you’re looking for volunteers.
Martha: No, don’t!
Shakespeare: Doctor, can you stop her?
Doomfinger: No mortal has power over me.
The Doctor: No, but there’s a power in words. If I can find the right one, if I can just know you.
Doomfinger: None on Earth has knowledge of us.
The Doctor: Then it’s a good thing I’m here.

Martha: What did you do?
The Doctor: I named her. The power of a name. That’s old magick.
Martha: But there’s no such thing as magic.
The Doctor: Well, it’s just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead.
Shakespeare: Use them for what?
The Doctor: The end of the world.

Martha: The thing is though, am I missing something here? The world didn’t end in 1599. It just didn’t. Look at me, I’m living proof.
The Doctor: Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux. I know! Back to the Future. It’s like Back to the Future.
Martha: The film?
The Doctor: No, the novelization. Yes the film! Marty McFly goes back and changes history.
Martha: And he starts fading away. Oh my god, am I going to fade?
The Doctor: You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don’t stop it.

Martha: We’re going the wrong way!
The Doctor: No we’re not! {he reverses course} We’re going the wrong way!

Martha: Expelliarmus!
Shakespeare: Expelliarmus!
The Doctor: Expelliarmus! Good ‘ol J.K.!

Martha: They think it was all special effects?
Shakespeare: Your effect is special indeed.
Martha: That’s not your best line.

The Doctor: Queen Elizabeth the First!
Queen: Doctor.
The Doctor: What?
Queen: My sworn enemy!
The Doctor: What?
Queen: Off with his head!
The Doctor: What!
Martha: Well never mind, “what”, just run!
Queen: Stop him. Stop that pernicious Doctor!

Martha: What have you done to upset her?
The Doctor: How should I know. I haven’t even met her yet. That’s time travel for you. Still, can’t wait to find out. That’s something to look forward to.

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Gridlock

The Doctor: Just one trip. That’s what I said. One trip in the TARDIS and then home. Although I suppose we could… stretch the definition. Say one trip into the past, one trip into the future. How do you fancy that?
Martha: No complaints from me.
The Doctor: How about a different planet?
Martha: Can we go to yours?
The Doctor: Ah. There’s plenty of other places.
Martha: Oh come on though. Planet of the Time Lords. That’s gotta be worth a look. What’s it like?
The Doctor: Well it’s beautiful yeah.
Martha: Is it like, you know, outer space cities, all spires and stuff?
The Doctor: I suppose it is.
Martha: Great big temples and cathedrals.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Martha: Lots of planets in the sky?
The Doctor: The skies are burnt orange. With a citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome. Shining under the twin suns. Beyond that the mountains go on forever. Slopes of deep red grass. Capped with snow.
Martha: Can we go there?
The Doctor: Nah! Where’s the fun for me? I don’t want to go home! Instead. This is much better. The year five billion and fifty three. Planet New Earth. Second Earth for mankind. Fifty thousand light years from your own world, and we’re slap bang in the middle of New New York. Although technically it’s the fifteenth New York since the original so it’s New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. One of the most dazzling cities ever built. {they drop into a rainy planet}
Martha: Oh that’s nice. Its the Time Lord version of dazzling.
The Doctor: Nah! A bit of rain never hurt anyone!

Martha: You’ve brought me to the slums?
The Doctor: Much more interesting! It’s all cocktails and glitter up there. This is the real city.
Martha: You’d enjoy anything.
The Doctor: Oh, that’s me.

Martha: When you say “last time” was that you and Rose?
The Doctor: Ah… yeah it was, yeah.
Martha: You’re taking me to the same planets that you took her?
The Doctor: What’s wrong with that?
Martha: Nothing. Just ever heard the word “rebound”?

Martha: Are they selling drugs?
The Doctor: I think they’re selling moods.
Martha: Same thing, isn’t it?

Martha: But how are you supposed to live inside this thing? It’s tiny.
Cheen (Lenora Crichlow): Oh, we stocked up. Got self-replicating fuel, muscle stimulants for exercise, and there’s a chemical toilet at the back. And all waste products are recycled as food.
Martha: Okay. {she stops eating}

Cheen: They say people go missing on the motorway. Some cars just vanish, never to be seen again. ‘Cause there’s something living down there, in the smoke. Something huge and hungry. And if you get lost on the road, it’s waiting for you.
Milo: Like I said, air vents. Going down to the next layer.
Martha: Except look out there. Does it look like the air vents are working?
Milo: No. {they hear the noises from below}
Martha: So what’s that then?

Cheen: How did you think of that?
Martha: I saw it in a film. They used to do it in submarines. The trouble is, I can’t remember what they did next.
Milo: Well you better think of something, because we’ve lost the air-con. If we don’t switch the engines back on we won’t be able to breathe.
Martha: How long have we got?
Milo: Eight minutes, maximum.

Martha: There’s always The Doctor. That friend of mine. He might think of something.
Milo: Martha, no one’s coming.
Cheen: He looked kind of nice.
Martha: He’s a bit more than that.
Cheen: Are you and him?
Martha: Sometimes I think he likes me, but sometimes I think he just needs someone with him.

Cheen: I never even asked. Where’s home?
Martha: It’s a long way away. I didn’t really think. I just followed the Doctor and… they don’t even know where I am—my mom and dad. If I died here they’d never know.
Milo: So who is he, then? This doctor.
Martha: I don’t know. Well, not really. There’s so much he never says.
Cheen: But that means that the only hope right now is a complete stranger? Well that’s no use!
Martha: It is though. Because you haven’t seen the things he can do. Honestly. Just trust me, both of you. You’ve got your faith. You’ve got your songs and your hymns. And I’ve got the Doctor.

Martha: What’s that?
The Doctor: It’s The Face of Boe. It’s alright. Come say hello. And this is Hame. She’s a cat. Don’t worry. He’s the one that saved you, not me.
Novice Hame: My Lord gave his life to save the city. And now he’s dying.
The Doctor: No, don’t say that. Not old Boe. Plenty of life left.
The Face of Boe: It’s good to breathe the air once more.
Martha: Who is he?
The Doctor: I don’t even know. Legend says the Face of Boe has lived for billions of years. Isn’t that right? And you’re not about to give up now.
The Face of Boe: Everything has its time. You know that, old friend. Better than most.

The Doctor: All closed down.
Martha: Happy?
The Doctor: Happy happy. New New York can start again. And they’ve got Novice Hame. Just what every city needs—cats in charge. Come on. Time we were off.
Martha: But what did he mean? The Face of Boe? That you’re not alone?
The Doctor: I don’t know.
Martha: You’ve got me. Is that what he meant?
The Doctor: I don’t think so. Sorry.
Martha: Then what?
The Doctor: It doesn’t matter. Back to the TARDIS, off we go.

The Doctor: Alright. You staying?
Martha: Until you talk to me properly, yes. He said “last of your kind.” What does that mean?
The Doctor: It really doesn’t matter.
Martha: You don’t talk! You never say. Why not? {they hear singing} It’s the city. They’re singing.

The Doctor: I lied to you. ‘Cause I liked it. I could pretend, just for a bit, I could imagine they were still alive underneath the burnt orange sky. I’m not just a TIme Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. The Face of Boe was wrong. There’s no one else.
Martha: What happened?
The Doctor: There was a war—a Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks. For the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They’re all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. Ah, you should have seen it, that old planet. The second sun would rise in the south and the mountains would shine. The leaves on the trees were silver. When they caught the light every morning it looked like a forest on fire.

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Daleks in Manhattan

Martha: Where are we?
The Doctor: Ah! Smell that Atlantic breeze. Nice and cold. Lovely. Martha, you’ve met my friend.
Martha: Is that? Oh my god, that’s the Statue of Liberty.
The Doctor: Gateway to the New World. “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”
Martha: That’s so brilliant. I’ve always wanted to go to New York. I mean the real New York. Not the New New New New New New New…
The Doctor: Well. There’s the genuine article. So good they named it twice. Mind you, it was New Amsterdam originally. Harder to say twice. No wonder it didn’t catch on. New Amsterdam, New Amsterdam.

The Doctor: Herbert Hoover. Thirty-first president of the USA. Came to power about a year ago. Up ’til then New York was a boom town, with the Roaring Twenties. Then—
Martha: The Wall Street Crash. Yeah. What was that, 19290?
The Doctor: Yeah. Whole economy, wiped out overnight. Thousands of people unemployed, all of a sudden the huddled masses doubled in number with nowhere to go. So they ended up here in Central Park.
Martha: What, they actually live in the Park? In the middle of the city?

The Doctor: I suppose that makes you the boss around here.
Solomon: And, ah, who might you be?
Martha: He’s the Doctor, I’m Martha.
Solomon: A doctor? Huh. Well. We got stockbrokers, we got a lawyer. But you’re the first doctor. Neighborhood gets classier by the day.
Martha: How people live here?
Solomon: Any one time? Hundreds. No place else to go. But I will say this about Hooverville. We’re a truly equal society. Black, white, all the same. All starving.

Martha: So what about you, Frank? You’re not from around these parts are you?
Frank (Andrew Garfield): Oh you could talk. No, I’m Tennessee born and bred.

Martha: Is it radioactive or something? {she gets a whiff} It’s gone off, whatever it is. {the Doctor picks it up} And you’ve got to pick it up.
The Doctor: Shine your torch through it. Composite organic matter. Martha. Medical opinion.
Martha: Well it’s not human, I know that.
The Doctor: No. It’s not. And I’ll tell you something else, we must be at least a half a mile in and I don’t see any signs of a collapse, do you? So why did Mr. Diagoras send us down here?

Martha: Where are we now? What’s up above?
The Doctor: Well. We’re right underneath Manhattan.

Martha: Doctor, I think you’d better get back here. Doctor!
The Doctor: Actually, good point.
Martha: They’re following you.
The Doctor: Yep. I noticed that. Thanks. Right then. Martha, Frank, Solomon.
Martha: What?
The Doctor: Um… basically… Run!

Martha: Bet they’d listen to you. You’re one of the stars.
Tallulah: Oh honey, I got one song and a back-street review and that’s only because Heidi Shicane broke her ankle—which had nothing to do with me whatever anybody says. I can’t afford to make a fuss. If I don’t make this month’s rent then before you know it I’m in Hooverville.
Martha: Okay. I get it.
Tallulah: It’s the Depression sweetie. Your heart might break but the show must go on. ‘Cause if it stops, you starve.

Tallulah: You’re lucky though. You got yourself a forward-thinkin’ guy with that hot potato in the sharp suit.
Martha: He’s not— We’re not… together.
Tallulah: Oh sure you are. I’ve seen the way you look at him. It’s obvious.
Martha: Not to him.
Tallulah: Oh I should have realized. He’s into musical theater, huh? What a waste. Still you gotta live in hope.

Tallulah: Have you ever been on stage before?
Martha: Oh, a little bit. You know. Shakespeare.
Tallulah: How dull is that! Come and see a real show.

Frank (Andrew Garfield): What are they keeping us here for?
Martha: I don’t know. I’ve got a nasty feeling we’re being kept in the larder.

Martha: I’m so glad to see you.
The Doctor: Yeah, well you can kiss me later. You too Frank, if you want.

Dalek Thay: You will bear witness.
Martha: To what?
Dalek Thay: This is the dawn of a new age.
Martha: What does that mean?
Dalek Thay: We are the only four Daleks in existence. So the species must evolve. A life outside the shell. The children of Skaro must walk again.

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Evolution of the Daleks

Dalek Sec: These humans will become like me. Prepare them for hybridization.
Martha: Leave me alone! Don’t you dare! {a radio starts playing}
Dalek Sec: What is that sound?
The Doctor: Ah. Well. Now. That would be me. Hello. Surprise! Boo! Etcetera.

Martha: No! You can’t go.
The Doctor: I’ve gotta go. The Dalek’s just changed their minds. Daleks never change their minds.

Tallulah: So tell me, where’d you and him first hook up?
Martha: It was in hospital. Sort of.
Tallulah: Of course! Him being a doctor.
Martha: Actually I’m the doctor. Well, kind of.
Tallulah: You’re a physician? Really?
Martha: I was in training. Still am if I ever get home.

Martha: Doctor!
The Doctor: First floor perfumerie.
Tallulah to Laszlo: I never thought I’d see you again.
Laszlo: No stopping me.
Martha: We worked it out—we know what they’ve done. There’s Dalekanium on the mast. And it’s good to see you too, by the way.
The Doctor: Oh, come here! {hugs Martha as the elevator closes}. See? Never waste time on a hug!

Tallulah: What the hell are you two clowns doing?
Martha: Even if the Doctor stops Dalekanium this place is still gonna get hit. Great big bolt of lightning, electricity all down the building. Connect this to the lift and they get zapped.
Tallulah: Oh my god, that could work.
Frank: Then give us a hand!

The Doctor: Hi. You survived then.
Martha: So did you. Just about. I can’t help noticing, there’s Dalekanium still attached.

The Doctor: Is there another lift?
Martha: We came up in the service elevator.
The Doctor: That’ll do. Allons-y!

Martha: What are you doing?
The Doctor: If the Daleks are going to war they’ll want to find their number one enemy. I’m just telling them where I am.

The Doctor: I’m telling you to go. Frank can take you back to Hooverville.
Martha: And I’m telling you I’m not going.
The Doctor: Martha, that’s an order.
Martha: Who are you then, some sort of Dalek?

Martha: Do you reckon it’s gonna work, those two?
The Doctor: I don’t know. Anywhere else in the Universe I might worry about them, but New York is what this city’s good at. Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses. And maybe the odd pig slave-Dalek mutant hybrid too.
Martha: The pig and the showgirl.
The Doctor: The pig and the showgirl.
Martha: Just proves it, I suppose. There’s someone for everyone.
The Doctor: Maybe.

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The Lazarus Project

The Doctor: There we go! Perfect landing! Which isn’t easy in such a tight spot.
Martha: You should be used to tight spots by now. Where are we?
The Doctor: The end of the line. No place like it.
Martha: Home. You took me home.
The Doctor: Back to the morning after we left. I’d say you’ve only been gone about twelve hours. No time at all, really.
Martha: But all that stuff we’ve gone? Shakespeare. New New York. Old New York.
The Doctor: Yeah. All in one night. Relatively speaking.

The Doctor: So, back where you were. As promised.
Martha: This is it?
The Doctor: Yeah.

The Doctor: One trip, that’s what we said.
Martha: Okay. I suppose things just kind of escalated.
The Doctor: Hm. Seems to happen to me a lot.
Martha: Thank you. For everything.
The Doctor: It was my pleasure. {leaves and then…} No, I’m sorry. Did he say he was going to change what it means to be human?

The Doctor: Black tie. You know whenever I wear this something bad happens.
Martha: That’s not the outfit, that’s just you. Anyway I think it suits you. In a James Bond kind of way.

Francine Jones (Adjoa Andoh): You disappeared last night.
Martha: I… just went home.
Francine: On your own?
Martha: This is a friend of mine. The Doctor.
Francine: Doctor What?
Martha: No, it’s just The Doctor. We’ve been doing some work together.
The Doctor: Lovely to meet you, Mrs. Jones. Heard a lot about you.
Francine: Have you? What have you heard then?
The Doctor: Oh, you know, that you’re Martha’s mother, and… erm… no, actually that’s about it. We haven’t had much time to chat. You know. Been busy.
Francine: Busy? Doing what exactly?
The Doctor: Oh, you know. Stuff.

Martha: That can’t be the same guy. That’s impossible. It must be a trick.
The Doctor: Oh, it’s not a trick. I wish it were.
Martha: What just happened then?
The Doctor: He just changed what it means to be human.

Lady Thaw: The device will be properly certified before we start to operate commercially.
Martha: Commercially? You are joking. That’ll cause chaos.

Professor Lazarus: Not chaos. Change. A chance for humanity to evolve—to improve.
The Doctor: This isn’t about improving. This is about you and your customers living a little longer.
Professor Lazarus: Not a little longer, Doctor. A lot longer. Perhaps indefinitely.

The Doctor: Oo. He’s out of his depth. No idea the damage he might have done.
Martha: So what do we do now?
The Doctor: Now. Well this building must be full of laboratories. I say we do our own tests..
Martha: Lucky I’ve just collected a DNA sample then, isn’t it?
The Doctor: Oh Martha Jones. You’re a star.

The Doctor: Amazing!
Martha: What?
The Doctor: Lazarus’ DNA.
Martha: I can’t see anything different.
The Doctor: Look at it!
Martha: Oh my god! Did that just change? But it can’t have.
The Doctor: But it did.
Martha: It’s impossible.
The Doctor: And that’s two impossible things we’ve seen so far tonight. Don’t you love it when that happens?

The Doctor: Basically he hacked into his own genes and instructed them to rejuvenate.
Martha: But they’re still mutating now.
The Doctor: Because he missed something.

Tish: You have to spoil everything, don’t you? Every time I find someone nice you try and have to find fault.
Martha: Tish, he’s a monster!
Tish: I know the age thing’s pretty freaky, but it works for Catherine Zeta-Jones.

Tish: What’s the Doctor doing?
Martha: He’s trying to buy us some time. Let’s not waste it.

Martha: I’ve got to go back.
Francine: You can’t! You saw what that thing did. It’ll kill you.
Martha: I don’t care. I have to go.
Francine: It’s that doctor, isn’t it? That’s what’s happened to you. You’ve changed.

The Doctor: What are you doing here?
Martha: I’m returning this. I thought you might need it.
The Doctor: How’d you—?
Martha: I heard the explosion, I guessed it was you.
The Doctor: I blasted Lazarus.
Martha: Did you kill him? {Lazarus crashes through the door}
The Doctor: More sort of annoyed him, I would say.

Martha: But we’re trapped.
The Doctor: Well. Yeah, that is a slight problem.
Martha: You mean you don’t have a plan?
The Doctor: Yes. The plan was to get inside here.
Martha: Then what?
The Doctor: Well… Then I’d come up with another plan.
Martha: In your own time then.

Martha: I still don’t understand where that thing came from. Is it alien?
The Doctor: No, for once it’s strictly human in origin.
Martha: Human? How can it be human?
The Doctor: Probably from dormant genes in Lazarus’ DNA. The energy field in this thing must have reactivated them. And it looks like they’re becoming dominant.
Martha: So it’s a throwback.
The Doctor: Some option that evolution rejected for you millions of years. But the potential is still there. Locked away in your genes, forgotten about until Lazarus unlocked it by mistake.
Martha: It’s like Pandora’s box?
The Doctor: Exactly. Nice shoes by the way.

Martha: Doctor, what’s happening?
The Doctor: Sounds like he switched the machine on.
Martha: And that’s not good, is it.

The Doctor: Well I was hoping it was going to take him a little bit longer to work that out.

Martha: I thought we were going to go through the blender then.
The Doctor: Really shouldn’t take that long to reverse the polarity. I must be a bit out of practice.

Martha: He seems so… human again. He’s kind of pitiful.
The Doctor: Eliot saw that too. “This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.”

The Doctor: Ah Mrs. Jones. We still haven’t finished our chat.
Francine Jones slapping him:Keep away from my daughter!
Martha: Mum what are you doing?
The Doctor: Always the mothers, every time.
Francine: He is dangerous! I’ve been told things!

Martha: Thanks.
Tish: It’s your doctor you should be thanking.
Martha: I told you he’d think of something.
Tish: He cut it a bit fine there, didn’t he?
Martha: He always does. It’s more fun that way.
Tish: Who is he?
Martha: He’s… he’s The Doctor.

Martha: I didn’t know you could play.
The Doctor: Oh, you know. If you hang around Beethoven you’re bound to pick a few things up.
Martha: Especially about playing loud.
The Doctor: Sorry?

The Doctor: Something else that just kind of escalated then.
Martha: I can see a pattern developing. You should take more care in the future. And the past. And whatever other time period you find yourself in.
The Doctor: It’s been fun though, hasn’t it?
Martha: Yeah.
The Doctor: So what d’ya say? One more trip?
Martha: No. Sorry.
The Doctor: What do you mean? I thought you liked it.
Martha: I do. But I can’t go on like this, “one more trip.” It’s not fair.
The Doctor: What are you talking about?
Martha: Well I don’t want to be just a passenger anymore. Someone that you take along for a treat. If that’s how you still see me, I’d rather stay here.
The Doctor: Okay then. If that’s what you want.
Martha: Alright. Well we’ve already said goodbye once today, it’s best if you just go. {he doesn’t go} What is it?
The Doctor: Well I said okay.
Martha: Sorry?
The Doctor: Okay.
Martha: Oh, thank you! Thank you!
The Doctor: Well you were never really just a passenger were you?

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The Doctor: There we go—universal roaming. Never have to worry about signal again.
Martha: No way! This is too mad. You’re telling me I can phone anyone, anywhere in space and time on my mobile?
The Doctor: As long as you know the area code. Frequent flyer’s privilege.

Orin Scannell (Anthony Flanagan): Oy! You two!
Kath McDonnell (Michelle Collins): Get out of there!
Orin: Seal that door now!
Kath: Who are you? What are you doing on my ship?
Riley Vashtee (William Ash): Are you the police?
The Doctor: Why would we be police?
Martha: We got your distress signal.

The Doctor: My ship’s in there!
Riley: In the vent chamber?
The Doctor: It’s our lifeboat!
Scannell: It’s lava.
Erina Lessak (Rebecca Oldfield): Temperature’s going mad in there. Up three thousand degrees in ten seconds and still rising.
Scannell: Tunneling the air. The closer we get to the sun, the hotter that room’s gonna get.
Martha: We’re stuck here.
The Doctor: So? We fix the engines, we steer the ship away from the sun. Simple.

The Doctor: Oh! We’re in the Taraji System. Lovely. You’re a long way from home, Martha. Half a universe away.
Martha: Yeah. Feels it.
The Doctor: And you’re still using energy scoops for fusion. Hasn’t that been outlawed yet?
Kath: We’re due to upgrade next docking.

Martha: What’re you typing?
Riley: Each door’s trip codes the answer to a random question set by the crew. Nine tours back we got drunk, thought ’em up. Reckoning was, if we’re hijacked, we’re the only ones who know all the answers.
Martha: So you type in the right answer…
Riley: This {indicates the device} sends a remote pulse to the clamp. We only get one chance per door. Get it wrong, the whole system freezes.
Martha: Better not get it wrong then.

The Doctor: Keep moving, fast as you can. And Martha, be careful. There may be something else onboard the ship.
Martha: Anytime you want to unnerve me, feel free.
The Doctor: Will do, thanks.

Martha: I can’t believe our lives depend on some stupid pub quiz.

Francine Jones: What is this, pub quiz?
Martha: Yeah, pub quiz.
Francine: Using your mobile is cheating.

Riley: The wonderful world of space travel. The prettier it looks, the more likely it is to kill you.
Martha: He’ll come for us.
Riley: It’s too late. Our heat shields will pack it in any minute, then we’ll go into freefall. We’ll fall into the sun way before he has a chance to do anything.
Martha: You don’t know the Doctor. I believe in him.

Martha: Oh god, they’ll never know. I’ll just have disappeared. They’ll always be waiting.
Riley: Call them.

Francine: Is the Doctor with you? Is he there now?
Martha: Mom, just leave it.
Francine: It’s a simple enough question.
Martha: I better go.
Francine: No, Martha, wait—
Martha: See ya, mum.

The Doctor: There’s this process, this thing that happens if I’m about to die—
Martha: Sh. Cool it now, ’cause that is not going to happen. Are you ready?
The Doctor: No!

Scannell: It’s not working. Why is it not working?!
Martha running in: Vent the engines, dump the fuel.
Scannell: What?
Martha: Sun particles in the fuel, get rid of them. Do it. NOW!

Riley: So you’re off then. No chance I’ll see you again?
Martha shaking her head: Not really. But it was nice… not dying with you. I reckon you’ll find someone worth believing in.
Riley: I think I already did. {they kiss}
Martha: Well done. Very hot.

Martha: Just remind me, what day is it again?
Francine: Election day.

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