Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes
World War 3
(The Doctor grabs a decanter from a side table and stands in the doorway.) The Doctor: One more move and my sonic device will triplicate the flammability of this alcohol. Whoof, we all go up. So back off.
(The Slitheen take one step back in the outer office.) Right then. Question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen?
Harriet: They're aliens.
The Doctor: Yes. I got that, thanks.
Green: Who are you, if not human?
Harriet: Who's not human?
Rose: He's not human.
Harriet: He's not human?
The Doctor: Can I have a bit of hush?
Harriet: Sorry.
The Doctor: So, what's the plan?
Harriet: But he's got a Northern accent.
Rose: Lots of planets have a north.
The Doctor: I said hush. Come on. You've got a spaceship hidden in the North Sea. It's transmitting a signal. You've murdered your way to the top of government. What for, invasion?
Asquith: Why would we invade this God-forsaken rock?
The Doctor: Then something's brought the Slitheen race here. What is it?
Asquith: The Slitheen race?
Green: Slitheen is not our species. Slitheen is our surname. Jocrassa Fel Fotch Pasameer-Day-Slitheen at your service.
The Doctor: So, you're family.
Green: A family business.
The Doctor: Then you're out to make a profit. How can you do that on a God-forsaken rock?
Asquith: Ah, excuse me? Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?
The Doctor: Is that what I said?
Asquith: You're making it up.
The Doctor: Ah, well! Nice try. Harriet, have a drink. I think you're gonna need it.
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The Doctor: Right! If we're gonna find their weakness we need to know where they're from. Which planet. So judging by their body shape that narrows it down to about 5,000 planets in travelling distance. Now what else do we know? Information!
Rose: They're green.
The Doctor: Yep, Narrows it down.
Rose: Good sense of smell.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: They can smell adrenaline.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Harriet: The pig technology.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: The spaceship in the Thames; you said slipstream engine.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Mickey:
(Mickey facing the door; Sip Slitheen knocks out the mail slot) It's getting in!
Rose: They hunt like it's a ritual.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: Wait a minute! Did you notice when they fart, if you'll pardon the word, it doesn't just smell like a fart, if you'll pardon the word, it's something else. What is it? It's more like, um... Bad breath.
Harriet: That's it!
The Doctor: Calcium decay. Now that Narrows it down!
Rose: We're getting there, Mum!
Mickey: Too late!
Sip Slitheen growls, see the door cracking apart The Doctor: Calcium phosphate. Organic calcium. Living calcium. Creatures made out of living calcium. What else - what else? Hyphenated surnames. Yes! That narrows it down to one planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius!
Mickey: [sarcastically] Oh yeah, great! We can write 'em a letter.