Doctor Who Tenth Doctor

Series 3

2007.03.31    

David Tennant

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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.

Mr. Stoker: There’s a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity. As was best proven by… anyone?
The Doctor piping up: Benjamin Franklin.
Mr. Stoker: Correct.
The Doctor: My mate Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off of that kite. And then I got soaked. —
Mr. Stoker: Quite.
The Doctor: And then I got electrocuted.

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!

The Doctor: Well you’re welcome to come home, meet the wife. She’d be honored. We can have cake.
Ms. Finnegan: Why should I have cake? I’ve got my little straw!
The Doctor: That’s nice. Milkshake? I love banana!

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: Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They’ve got recycling… water cooler moment… global warming.

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.

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.

Shakespeare: I must a’work. I have a play to complete. I’ll get my answers tomorrow, Doctor. And I’ll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours.
The Doctor: All the world’s a stage.
Shakespeare: Hm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor.
The Doctor: Nighty night, Shakespeare.

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.

Shakespeare: Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place. We all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit.
The Doctor
: Rage rage against the dying of the light.
Shakespeare: I might use that.
The Doctor: You can’t. It’s someone else’s.

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.

Shakespeare: Made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. “To be or not to be.” Oo. That’s quite good.
The Doctor: You should write that down.
Shakespeare: Maybe not. Bit pretentious?
The Doctor: Eh.

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.

The Doctor: Now think think think. Humanoid female, uses shapes and words to channel energy. … Ah! Fourteen! That’s it! Fourteen! The fourteen stars of the Rexel planetary configuration! Creature, I name you Carrionite!

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: Hold on though, what were you doing last night when the Carrionite was in the room?
Shakespeare: Finishing the play.
The Doctor: What happens on the last page?
Shakespeare: The boys get the girls, they have a bit of a dance. It’s all as funny and thought-provoking as usual. Except those last few lines. Funny thing is, I don’t actually remember writing them.
The Doctor: That’s it! They used you. They gave you the final words, like a spell, like a code. Love’s Labours Won. It’s a weapon! The right combination of words spoken in the right place with the shape of the Globe is an energy converter! The play’s the thing! And yes, you can have that.

Shakespeare: All these years I’ve been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing.
Martha: Well don’t complain.
Shakespeare: I’m not. It’s marvelous. Good luck, Doctor.
The Doctor: Good luck, Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach!
Shakespeare: I like that! Wait a minute, that’s one of mine.

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.

The Doctor: I take it we’re expected.
Lilith: Oh I think death has been waiting for you a very long time.

Lilith: The play tonight shall restore the rest. Then the human race shall be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back into the old ways of blood and magick.
The Doctor: Hm. Busy schedule.

The Doctor: Well that’s just cheating.

The Doctor about the puppet: Now you might call that magic. I’d call it a DNA replication module.

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

The Doctor: “Stop the play”. I think that was it, yeah. I said, stop the play!
Shakespeare: I hit my head.
The Doctor: Don’t rub it, you’ll go bald.

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

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?

The Doctor: Sorry, but hold on a minute. What happened to your parents?
Young Girl: They drove off.
The Doctor: Yeah, but… they might drive back?
Young Girl: Everyone goes to the motorway in the end.

The Doctor: You’ve been driving for two months?
Brannigan: Do I look like a teenager? We’ve been driving for twelve years now.
The Doctor: Sorry?
Brannigan: Yeah. Started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday.
Valerie Brannigan: Feels like twelve years to me.

The Doctor: Five years? How far did you come? Where did you start?
Brannigan: Battery Park. It’s five miles back.
The Doctor: You traveled five miles in twelve years?
Brannigan: I think he’s a bit slow.

The Doctor: I once met the Duke of Manhattan. Is there any way of getting through to him?
Brannigan: Oh, now ain’t you lordly.
The Doctor: I’ve got to find my friend!
Valerie: You can’t make outside calls. The motorway is completely enclosed.
The Doctor: What about the other cars?
Brannigan: We’ve got contact with them. Well some of them, anyway. They’ve got to be on your friends list.

The Doctor: So we keep on driving.
Brannigan: Yes we do.
The Doctor: For how long?!
Brannigan: ‘Til the journey’s end.

The Doctor: Mrs. Cassini, this is The Doctor. Tell me, how long have you been driving on the motorway?
Alice Cassini on the radio: Oh we were amongst the first. It’s been twenty-three years now.
The Doctor: And in all that time have you ever seen a police car?
May Cassini: I’m… not sure.
The Doctor: Look at your notes. Any police?
May Cassini: Not as such.
The Doctor: Or an ambulance? Rescue service? Anything official, ever?
May Cassini: I can’t keep a note of everything!
The Doctor: What if there’s no one out there?
Brannigan: Stop it! The Cassinis were doing you a favor.
The Doctor: Someone’s got to ask. ‘Cause you might not talk about it, but it’s there. In your eyes. What if the traffic jam never stops?
Brannigan: There’s a whole city above us. The mighty city-state of New New York. They wouldn’t just leave us.
The Doctor: In that case where are they? Hm? What if there no help coming. Not ever. What if there’s nothing? Just the motorway? With the cars going ’round and ’round and ’round, never stopping. Forever!
Valerie: Shut up! Just shut up!

The Doctor: If you won’t take me I’ll go down on my own.
Brannigan: What do you think you’re doing?
The Doctor: Finding my own way. I usually do. {to himself} Here we go. {to Valerie} Look after this. I love that coat. Janis Joplin gave me that coat.

Valerie: But you can’t jump!
The Doctor: If it’s any consolation, Valerie, right now I’m having kittens.
Brannigan: This Martha, she must mean an awful lot to you.
The Doctor: Hardly know her. I was too busy showing off. And I lied to her. Couldn’t help it, just lied.

The Doctor: Have you got any water?
Businessman: Certainly. Never let it be said I’ve lost my manners.

The Doctor: The Macra used to be the scourge of this galaxy. Gas, they fed off the gas. The filthier the better. They built up a small empire using humans as slaves and mining gas for food.
Businessman: They don’t exactly look like empire-builders to me.
The Doctor: Well, that was billions of years ago. Billions.
Businessman: They must have devolved down the years, now they’re just beasts.
The Doctor: But they’re still hungry and my friend’s down there.

Businessman: Oh, it’s like New Times Square in here! {as Novice Hame drops in} For goodness sake.
The Doctor: I’ve invented a sport!
Businessman: Doctor. You’re a hard man to find.

Novice Hame: Doctor, you’ve got to come with me.
The Doctor: Do I know you?
Novice Hame: You haven’t aged at all. Time has been less kind to me.
The Doctor: Novice Hame!

Novice Hame: They died, Doctor. The city died.
The Doctor: How long has it been like this?
Novice Hame: Twenty-four years.
The Doctor: All of them? Everyone? What happened?
Novice Hame: A new chemical. A new mood. They called it “bliss”. Everyone tried it. They couldn’t stop. The virus mutated inside the compound and became airborne. Everything perished—even the virus in the end. It killed the world in seven minutes flat. There was just enough time to close down the walkways and the flyovers, sealing off the undercity. Those people on the motorway aren’t lost, Doctor. They were saved.
The Doctor: So the whole thing down there is running on automatic.
Novice Hame: There’s not enough power to get them out. We did all we could to stop the system from choking.
The Doctor: Who’s “we”? How did you survive?
Novice Hame: He protected me. And he has waited for you, these long years.
The Face of Boe
: Doctor.
The Doctor: The Face of Boe!
The Face of Boe: I knew you would come.
Novice Hame: Back in the old days I was made his nurse as penance for my sin.
The Doctor: Old Friend, what happened to you?
The Face of Boe: I’m failing.
Novice Hame: He protected me from the virus by shrouding me in his smoke. With no one to maintain it, the city’s power died. The undercity would have fallen into the sea.
The Doctor: So he saved them.
Novice Hame: The Face of Boe wired himself into the mainframe. He’s giving his lifeforce just to keep things running.

The Doctor: So the two of you stayed here, on your own for all these years.
Novice Hame: We had no choice.
The Doctor: Yes, you did.
The Face of Boe: Save them, Doctor. Save them.

The Doctor: Car 465-diamond-6! It still registers! That’s Martha. I knew she was good.

The Doctor: The transformers are blocked. The signal can’t get through.
The Face of Boe
: Doctor—
The Doctor: Yeah, hold on. Not now.
The Face of Boe: I give you my last.
The Doctor: Hame, look after him! Don’t you go dying on me, you big old Face. You’ve got to see this. The open road. Ha!

Brannigan: By all the cats in the Kingdom.
Valerie: What is it? What is it? It’s the sun! Oh Brannigan! Children, it’s the sunlight.
The Doctor: Sorry, no Sally Calypso. She was just a hologram. My name’s The Doctor—
Brannigan: He’s a magician.
The Doctor: —and this is an order: everyone drive up. Now. I’ve opened the roof of the motorway. Come on. Throttle those engines and drive up. All of you, the whole undercity. Drive up!

Brannigan: Didn’t I tell you, Doctor! You’re not bad, sir! Not bad at all!
The Doctor: You keep driving, Brannigan. All the way up. ‘Cause it’s here, just waiting for you. The city of New New York and it’s yours. And don’t forget, I want that coat back.
Brannigan: I reckon that’s a fair bargain, sir.

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.
Novice Hame: The legend says more.
The Doctor: Don’t. There’s no need for that.
Novice Hame: It says that The Face of Boe will speak his final secret to a traveller.
The Doctor: Yeah but not yet. Who needs secrets, eh?
The Face of Boe: I have seen so much. Perhaps too much. I am the last of my kind. As you are the last of yours, Doctor.
The Doctor: That’s why we have to survive. Both of us. Don’t go.
The Face of Boe: I must. But know this, Time Lord: You are not alone.

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: Ordinary people lost their jobs. Couldn’t pay their rent, lost everything. There are places like this all over America. No one’s helping them. You only come to Hooverville when there’s nowhere else to go.

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.

The Doctor: So. Men going missing, is this true?
Solomon: It’s true all right.
The Doctor: But what does “missing’ mean? People must come and go here all the time, it’s not like anyone’s keeping a register.
Solomon: Come on in. {they enter the tent} This is different.
Martha: In what way?
Solomon: Someone takes them. At night. We hear something—someone calls out for help. By the time we get there they’re gone. Like they vanish into thin air.
The Doctor: And you’re sure someone’s taking them.
Solomon: Doctor, when you’ve got next to nothing, you hold on to the little you’ve got. Knife, blanket, you take it with you. You don’t leave bread uneaten, a fire still burning.

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!

Tallulah: And I’m not stupid, I know some guys are just pigs, but not my Laszlo. I mean what kind of guy asks you to meet his mom before he vamooses?
The Doctor: Yeah, might just help if you put that down.
Tallulah: Huh? Oh, sure. {she casually tosses it} Oh come on, it’s not real. It’s just a prop. It was either that or a spear.

The Doctor: Listen—what was your name?
Tallulah: Tallulah.
The Doctor: Tallulah.
Tallulah: Three L’s and an H.
The Doctor: Right. We can try and find Laszlo but he’s not the only one. There are people disappearing every night.
Solomon: Down there are creatures. Such creatures…

The Doctor: Just rigging up a crude little DNA scan for this beastie. If I can get a chromosomal reading I can find out where it’s from.
Solomon: How ’bout you, Doctor? Where are you from? I’ve been all over, I’ve never heard anybody talk like you. Just exactly who are you?
The Doctor: Oh, I’m just sort of passing by.
Solomon: I’m not a fool, Doctor.
The Doctor: No. Sorry.

The Doctor: Fundamental DNA type 467-989. {thinking} 989. Hold on, that means planet of origin… Skaro.

The Doctor: They survive. They always survive while I lose everything.
Tallulah: That metal thing? What was it?
The Doctor: It’s called a Dalek. And it’s not just metal, it’s alive.
Tallulah: You’re kidding me.
The Doctor: Do I look like I’m kidding? In side that shell is a creature born to hate. Whose only thought is to destroy everything and everyone that isn’t a Dalek too. It’ won’t stop until it’s killed every human being alive.

Laszlo: They’re divided into two groups. High intelligence and low intelligence. The low intelligence are taken to become pig slaves like me.
Tallulah: Well that’s not fair. You’re the smartest guy I ever dated.
The Doctor: And the others?
Laszlo: They’re taken to the laboratory.
The Doctor: Why? What for?

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

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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.
Dalek Sec: Doctor.
Dalek Thay: The enemy of the Daleks!
Dalek Caan: Exterminate!
Dalek Sec: Wait!
The Doctor: Well then, a new form of Dalek. Fascinating. And very clever.
Dalek Sec: The Cult of Skaro escaped your slaughter.
The Doctor: How did you end up in 1930?
Dalek Sec: Emergency temporal shift.
The Doctor: Oh ho. That must have roasted up your power cells, yeah? Time was, four Daleks could have conquered the world. But instead you’re skulking away, hidden in the dark, experimenting. All of which results in you.
Dalek Sec: I am Dalek in human form!

The Doctor: Tell me what you’re thinking right now.
Dalek Sec: I feel… humanity.
The Doctor: Good. That’s good.
Dalek Sec: I feel… everything we wanted from humankind. Which is ambition, hatred, aggression. And war. Such a genius for war.
The Doctor: No. That’s not what humanity means.
Dalek Sec: I think it does. At heart this species is so very Dalek.

The Doctor: Daleks are bad enough at any time but right now they’re vulnerable. That makes them more dangerous than ever.

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

The Doctor: Oh and, can I just say, thank you very much. {palms Martha the psychic paper}

Dalek Sec: The deaths were wrong.
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
Dalek Sec: That man—their leader—Solomon. He showed courage.
The Doctor: And that’s good?
Dalek Sec: That’s excellent.
The Doctor: Is it me or are you just becoming a little more human.
Dalek Sec: You are the last of your kind. And now I am the first of mine.

The Doctor: Yeah yeah yeah. The Empire State Building. We’re right underneath that. I worked that out already, thanks. But what, you’ve hijacked the whole building?
Dalek Sec: We needed an energy conductor.

Dalek Sec: Consider the pure Dalek. Intelligent but emotionless.
The Doctor: Removing the emotions makes you stronger. That’s what your creator thought, all those years ago.
Dalek Sec: He was wrong.
The Doctor: He was what?
Dalek Sec: It makes us lesser than our enemies. We must return to the flesh. And also the heart.
The Doctor: You wouldn’t be the supreme beings anymore.
Dalek Sec: And that is good.
Dalek Caan: That is incorrect.
Dalek Thay: Daleks are supreme.
Dalek Sec: No. Not anymore!
Dalek Thay: But that is our purpose.
Dalek Sec: Then our purpose is wrong! Where has our quest for supremacy led us? To this? Hiding in the sewers on a primitive world. Just four of us left. If we do not change now then we deserve extinction.
The Doctor: So you want to change everything that makes a Dalek a Dalek.
Dalek Sec: If you can help me.

The Doctor: These pig slaves, what happens to them in the grand plan?
Dalek Sec: Nothing. They’re just simple beasts. Their life span is limited. None survive beyond a few weeks.

The Doctor: Laszlo, I can’t undo what they’ve done to you but they won’t do it to anyone else.
Laszlo
: Do you trust him?
The Doctor: I know that one man can change the course of history. Right idea in the right place at the right time is all it takes. I’ve got to believe it’s possible.

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!

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

The Doctor: Tallulah!
Tallulah: That’s me—three Ls and an H.

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?

Dalek Jast: You will die, Doctor, at the beginning of a new age.
Dalek Thay: Planet Earth will become New Skaro.
The Doctor: Oh and what a world. With anything just the slightest bit different just ground into the earth. That’s Dalek Sec. Don’t you remember? The cleverest Dalek ever and look what you’ve done to him.

Dalek Caan: Warning: Dalek Humans show increased levels of serotonin.
The Doctor: If I’m gonna die let’s give the new boys a shot. What do you think, eh? The Dalek Humans, their first blood. Go on, baptism them!
Dalek Thay: Dalek Humans take aim!
The Doctor: What are you waiting for? Give the command.
Dalek Jast: Exterminate! Exterminate! Obey! Dalek Humans will obey!
Martha: They’re not firing.

The Doctor: Sorry. I got in the way of the lightning strike. Time Lord DNA got all mixed up. Just that little bit of freedom.

Laszlo: Only two of the Daleks have been destroyed. One of the Dalek masters must still be alive.
The Doctor: Oh yes. In the whole universe, just one.

The Doctor: Now what?
Dalek Caan: You will be exterminated!
The Doctor: Yeah yeah yeah. Just think about it, Dalek—what was your name?
Dalek Caan: Dalek Caan.
The Doctor: Dalek Caan. Your entire species has been wiped out. And now the Cult of Skaro has been eradicated. Leaving only you. Right now you’re facing the only man in the universe who might show you some compassion. ‘Cause I’ve just seen one genocide. I won’t cause another. Caan. Let me help you. What do you say?
Dalek Caan: Emergency temporal shift!

Laszlo: I’m dying, Tallulah.
Tallulah: No, you’re not! Not now after all this. Doctor, can’t you do somethin’?
The Doctor: Oh Tallulah with three Ls and an H. Just you watch me.

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.

The Doctor: Oh look. They’ve got nibbles! I love nibbles!

The Doctor: So do you know what the professor’s going to be doing tonight? That looks like it might be a sonic microfilm manipulator.
Tish: He’s a science geek. I should have known.

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: Richard!
Professor Lazarus: I’m famished.
The Doctor: Energy deficit. Always happens with this kind of process.
Professor Lazarus: You talk as if you see this every day, Mr.—
The Doctor: Doctor. And well, no, not everyday. But I have some experience with this kind of transformation.
Professor Lazarus: That’s not possible.
The Doctor: Using hypersonic sound waves to create a state of resonance. That’s inspired.
Professor Lazarus: You understand the theory then.
The Doctor: Enough to know that you couldn’t possibly have allowed for all the variables.
Professor Lazarus: No experiment is entirely without risk.
The Doctor: That thing nearly exploded. You might as well have stepped into a blender.
Lady Thaw: You’re not qualified to comment!
The Doctor: If I hadn’t stopped it, it would have exploded.
Professor Lazarus: Then I thank you, Doctor. But that’s a simple engineering issue.

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.

Lazarus: “Between the idea and reality. Between the motion and the act—”
The Doctor: “—falls the shadow.”
Lazarus: So the mysterious Doctor knows his Eliot. I’m impressed.

The Doctor: Listen to me! You people are in serious danger. You need to get out of here right now.
Woman: Don’t be ridiculous, The biggest danger here is choking on an olive.

The Doctor: What’s the point? You can’t control it. The mutation’s too strong. Killing those people won’t help you. You’re a fool. A vain old man who thought he could defy nature. Only nature got her own back, didn’t she? You’re a joke, Lazarus! A footnote in the history of failure.

Lazarus: It’s no good, Doctor. You can’t stop me.
The Doctor: Is that the same arrogance you had when you swore nothing had gone wrong with your device?
Lazarus: The arrogance is yours. you can’t stand in the way of progress.
The Doctor: You call feeding on innocent people progress? You’re delusional!
Lazarus: It is a necessary sacrifice.
The Doctor: That’s not your decision to make.

Lazarus: Peekaboo.
The Doctor: Oh. Hello.

Lazarus: More hide-and-seek, Doctor? How disappointing. Why don’t you come out and face me?
The Doctor: Have you looked in the mirror lately? Why would I want to face that. Hm?

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!

The Doctor: Lazarus. Back from the dead. I should have known really.

Lazarus: I sat here, just a child. The sound of planes and bombs outside.
The Doctor
: The Blitz.
Lazarus: You’ve read about it?
The Doctor: I was there.
Lazarus: You’re too young.
The Doctor: So are you.

The Doctor: Facing death is part of being human. You can’t change that.
Lazarus: No, Doctor! Avoiding death. That’s being human. It’s our strongest impulse. To cling to life with every fiber of being. I’m only doing what everyone before me has tried to do. I’ve simply been more… successful.
The Doctor: Look at yourself! You’re mutating. You’ve no control over it. You call that a success?
Lazarus: I call it progress. I’m more now than I was. More than just an ordinary human.
The Doctor: There’s no such thing as an ordinary human.

Lazarus: You so sentimental Doctor. Maybe you are older than you look.
The Doctor: I’m old enough to know that a longer life isn’t always a better one. In the end you just get tired. Tired of the struggle. Tired of losing everyone that
matters to you. Tired of watching everything turn to dust. If you live long enough, Lazarus, the only certainty left is that you’ll end up alone.
Lazarus: That’s a price worth paying.

Lazarus: I will feed soon.
The Doctor: I’m not going to let that happen.

The Doctor: Hypersonic sound waves. Inspired.

The Doctor: We need to turn this up to eleven.

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: If this is a ship, why can’t I hear any engines?
Kath: It went dead four minutes ago.
Orin: So maybe we should stop chatting and get to engineering. Captain.

Kath McDonnell: We’ll get out of this. I promise.
Martha: Doctor!
The Doctor: Forty-two minutes until what?
Kath: Forty-two minutes until we crash into the sun.

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.

Kath: Scannell, engine report.
Scannell: No response.
Kath: What?
Scannell: They’re burnt out. The controls are wrecked. I can’t get them back online.
The Doctor: Oh, come on! Auxiliary engines. Every craft’s got auxiliaries.
Kath: We don’t have access from here. The auxiliary controls are in the front of the ship.
Scannell: With twenty-nine password sealed doors between us and them. You’re never gonna get there in time.
Martha: Can’t you override the doors?
Scannell: No. Sealed closure means what it says. They’re all deadlock sealed.
The Doctor: So a sonic screwdriver’s of no use.
Scannell: Nothing’s any use.
We’ve got no engines, no time and no chance.
The Doctor: Oh listen to you! Defeated before you’ve even started. Where’s your Dunkirk spirit?

Kath: What’s wrong with him?
The Doctor: Rising body temperature, unusual energy readings… Stasis chamber. I do love a good stasis chamber. Keep him sedated in there, regulate the body temperature. And just for fun, run a bio-scan, a tissue profile and a metabolic detail.
Abi Lerner (Vinette Robinson): Just doing them now.
The Doctor: Oo, you’re good.

The Doctor: Call us if there’s news. Any questions?
Abi: Yeah. Who’re you?
The Doctor: I’m the Doctor.

The Doctor: 379! It’s a sequence of happy primes. 379.
Martha: Happy what?
The Doctor: Just enter it!
Riley: Are you sure? We only get one chance.
The Doctor: Any number that reduces to one when you take the sum of the square of its digits in continuing iteration until it yields one is a happy number.
Any number that doesn’t isn’t. A happy prime is a number that’s both happy and prime. Now type it in! {to Kath} I don’t know, talk about dumbing down. Don’t they teach recreational mathematics anymore?

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.

The Doctor distracted by the Beatles question: Now where was I? Here comes the sun? No. Resources!

Abi: Doctor, these readings are starting to scare me.
The Doctor: What do you mean?
Abi: Korwin’s body is changing. His whole biological makeup, it’s impossible!

Scannell: Captain?
The Doctor: I told you to stay in engineering.
Scannell: I only take orders from one person around here.
The Doctor: Oh, is he always this cheery?

The Doctor: Body oxygen replaced by hydrogen. Your husband hasn’t been infected, he’s been overwhelmed.
Kath: The test results are wrong.
The Doctor: What is it though? A parasite? Mutagenic virus? Something that needs a host body. How did it get inside?
Kath: Stop talking like he’s some kind of experiment!
The Doctor: Where’s this ship been? Have you made planetfall recently? Docked with any other vessels? Any sort of external contact at all?
Kath: What is this, an interrogation?
The Doctor: We’ve got to stop him before he kills again.

Kath: I don’t want false hope.
The Doctor: The parasite’s too aggressive. Your husband’s gone. There’s no way back. I’m sorry.
Kath: Thank you.

The Doctor: What do you want? Why this ship? Tell me!

Scannell: Doctor, will you listen. They’re too far away. It’s too late.
The Doctor: I’m not going to lose her.

The Doctor looking at the sun: It’s alive.

The Doctor: It’s your fault, Captain McDonnell.
Kath: Riley, get down to Area 10 and help Scannell with the doors. {he hesitates} Go!
The Doctor: You mined that sun!
Skipped its surface for cheap fuel. You should have scanned for life!
Kath: I don’t understand.
Martha: Doctor, what are you talking about?
The Doctor: That sun is alive! A living organism! They scooped out its heart, used it for fuel and now it’s screaming!
Kath: What do you mean? How can a sun be alive, why’s he saying that?
The Doctor: Because it’s living in me.
Kath: Oh my god.
The Doctor: Humans! You grab whatever’s nearest and bleed it dry. You should have scanned!
Kath: It takes too long. We’d be caught. Fusion scoops are illegal.

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: This is never your ship.
The Doctor: Compact, eh? And another good word: robust. Barely a scorch mark on ‘er.

The Doctor: By the way, you’ll need this. {he hands her a TARDIS key} Frequent flyer’s privilege.

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