Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes
The King's Demons – Part 1
(The crowd gasp and take a step back as the Doctor comes out of the Tardis.) Gilles: My liege, I have no need of aid from Lucifer.
The Doctor: Lucifer?
Tegan: Is that the King?
The Doctor: Without a doubt.
John: Damn you cringing caitiffs. We tell you there's naught to fear. Do our demons come to visit us? Bid them attend us.
The Doctor: Demons? Very odd indeed.
Tegan: Makes a nice change for you not to take everything in your stride, I must say.
The Doctor: Must you?
Tegan: Too right.
The Doctor: He even seems pleased to see us. A king welcoming demons.
Tegan: Which king?
The Doctor: Oh, Tegan. 1215? King John, of course.
Tegan: The one who lost something in the Wash?
The Doctor: Well, you could put it like that. This particular shirt turned out to be the Crown Jewels, but that's next year. We're still three months away from Magna Carta.
(Two of the King's knights come to escort the Doctor, Turlough and Tegan to the King.) John: Welcome, our demons. Name yourselves. Can this be Lilith?
The Doctor: Her name is Tegan, your Majesty. This is Turlough, and I am the Doctor. We are not demons.
John: You're too modest, Lord Doctor. Come, rejoice with us in a trial by combat. Come, make way for our demons. Let them be seated by us.
(Ranulf and Isabella, and another man, give up their places. The knights replace their helms and charge down the lists again. Sir Gilles's lance catches Hugh square in the shield and knocks him to the ground. Whilst Hugh is still winded, Estram dismounts and raises his sword to kill Hugh.) Ranulf: Sire!
The Doctor: Your Majesty, if I may make so bold.
John: Hold! Lord Doctor?
The Doctor: If this is trial by combat, your Majesty, there's clearly a victor and a vanquished. Must blood be shed?
John: We take your counsel, O demon. Spare him.
The King's Demons – Part 2
The Doctor: Not at all. You may disguise your features, but you can never disguise your intent.
The Master: And you can't approve.
The Doctor: You know I can't.
Tegan: Tissue compression eliminator.
The Master: You've always been my greatest stimulation, my dear Doctor, but now you inspire me.
(Tegan throws a knife at the Master, but he catches it without even looking.) Your first slip, my dear Doctor. Would you care to make a second?
(The Master holds out both the TCE and the knife hilt to the Doctor. He snatches the TCE.) And now a third. This is useless in your hands. You have moral scruples.