Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes
Dragonfire – Part 1
The Doctor: Ah, two of your best strawberry milkshakes, if you please.
Anderson: Certainly, sir.
Glitz: There must be some mistake in the reckoning.
Ace: The mistake's in your wallet, not my arithmetic.
Glitz: Do you take Asteroid Express?
The Doctor: Glitz!
Mel: Glitz!
(Ace takes the credit card and goes to the bar as the Doctor and Mel join Glitz at his table.) Glitz: What? No, never heard of him.
Mel: It's us, Mel and the Doctor. You haven't forgotten us, have you, Glitz?
Glitz: Shush. Keep your voice down. No, of course I haven't forgotten you. Mel, and the Doc. Here, you're not the Doctor.
The Doctor: I've regenerated. The difference is purely perceptual.
Glitz: Here, you couldn't do us a favour, could you? You see, I'm in a spot of bother.
(Ace brings the Doctor and Mel's drinks.) The Doctor: What's this, Glitz? Not another one of your dodgy deals backfired?
Glitz: No, no, nothing like that, straight up. Fact is, I'm on a mission of highly philanthropic nature.
Mel: What's that?
Glitz: It means it's beneficial to mankind.
Mel: We know what philanthropic means. What's the mission?
Glitz: I have been entrusted to deliver certain secret documents which nefarious unnamed parties would stop at nothing to grasp within their own grubby digits.
The Doctor: You mean
Mel: They'd kill you.
(Three of Kane's white clad mercenaries. Belazs touches Glitz' shoulder.) Belazs: Sabalom Glitz, we've been looking for you.
Mel: Leave him alone. If you kill him, you kill us too.
The Doctor: Er, steady on there, Mel.
Belazs: What are you talking about?
Mel: Oh, he's told us everything, about how you tried to stop him delivering secret documents
Glitz: Shush.
Belazs: Becoming quite a story-teller, aren't we, Glitz? I'm afraid you also seem to be a victim of Mister Glitz's cavalier attitude toward facts.
Dragonfire – Part 2
The Doctor: These types never have any sense of fair play.
Glitz: Exactly. Which is why I've come to the conclusion that play it by the rules is a mug's game. I have decided to hijack the Nosferatu. Which is where you come in, Doctor.
The Doctor: Ah, hang on there a minute, Glitz. I'm engaged in a project of scientific curiosity. I mean, that dragon, or whatever it may turn out to be, could be an undiscovered species.
Glitz: Look, I'll do you a good deal. You help me get the Nosferatu back, and I'll give you the treasure map so's you and Mel can go looking for this dragon. I can't say fairer than that, can I?
The Doctor: You have me there, Glitz. Without the map, I'll never find the creature.
Glitz: You're a man of insight and logic, Doctor.
Dragonfire – Part 3
Mel: Well, I suppose it's time.
The Doctor: Time? Funny old business, time. It delights in frustrating your plans. All Kane's bitterness and hatred thwarted by a quirk of time.
Mel: No, I meant I suppose it's time I should be going.
The Doctor: Oh.
Mel: Time that I left.
The Doctor: Yes, well, you could be right. Time for you to go.
(The Doctor becomes very interested in the console.) Mel: Before I go, I
The Doctor: Funny old business, time.
Mel: Doctor.
The Doctor: Well, if you must go.
Mel: Before I go I'd like to say
The Doctor: There's no point, Mel. No point hanging around wasting time.
Mel: No, I'm not going until I've said my piece. I just want to say that
The Doctor: There's no time, Mel.
Mel: Oh, all right, you win.
The Doctor: I do. I usually do.
Mel: I'm going now.
The Doctor: That's right, yes, you're going. Been gone for ages. Already gone, still here, just arrived, haven't even met you yet. It all depends on who you are and how you look at it. Strange business, time.
Mel: Goodbye, Doctor.
The Doctor: I'm sorry, Mel. Think about me when you're living your life one day after another, all in a neat pattern. Think about the homeless traveller and his old police box, with his days like crazy paving.
Mel: Who said anything about home? I've got much more crazy things to do yet.
(They hug. Glitz enters with Ace.) Glitz: Well, we've officially renamed my new spacecraft the Nosferatu Two, just cracked a bottle of ye old carbonated fruit alcohol over the bows and next stop sunny Perivale, eh, sprog?
Ace: Suppose so.
Mel: Have you got room for another one?
Glitz: Are you Perivale bound as well?
Mel: Well, I was thinking of going a bit further.
Glitz: How much further?
Mel: How much further are you going?
Glitz: Hang on half a millisecond.
The Doctor: Excellent. Yes, Mel can keep you out of trouble, Glitz.
Mel: And that means no more dodgy deals.
Glitz: Thanks a billion, Doctor.
The Doctor: Glitz.
Mel: Ace doesn't have anywhere to go.
The Doctor: Nonsense. An idyllic place, Perivale. It's got lush green fields and a village blacksmith, and
Mel: Doctor, she comes from the twentieth century.
The Doctor: Oh.
Glitz: Come on, Mel. Extract your digit.
Mel: I'll send you a postcard.
The Doctor: But I don't have an address.
Mel: Oh, I'll put it in a bottle and throw it into space. It'll reach you, in time.
(Glitz and Mel leave.) The Doctor: Ace, where do you think you're going?
Ace: Perivale.
The Doctor: Ah yes, but by which route? The direct route with Glitz, or the scenic route? Well? Do you fancy a quick trip round the twelve galaxies and then back to Perivale in time for tea?
Ace: Ace!
The Doctor: But there are three rules. One, I'm in charge.
Ace: Whatever you say, Professor.
The Doctor: Two, I'm not the Professor, I'm the Doctor.
Ace: Whatever you want.
The Doctor: And the third. Well, I'll think up the third by the time we get back to Perivale.