Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes
Demons Of The Punjab
The Doctor: I know what you're asking. But family history and time travel? Very tricky.
Yasmin: Just for an hour. See her from a distance. What's the point of having a mate with a time machine, if you can't nip back and see your gran when she were younger?
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Umbreen: You're late. And who are they?
Prem: They're your family, Umbreen.
Umbreen: What?
Yasmin: Oh, my God. You're Umbreen. You look amazing. What are you doing here?
Umbreen: I live here.
Yasmin: On a farm? But I thought... Doesn't matter. I'm so happy to see you.
(Yasmin hugs the startled Umbreen.) The Doctor: So, Yaz, you should probably explain who we are.
Yasmin: Sorry. Yeah. Excited. Uncle Malik. You know... Uncle Malik.
Umbreen: There are loads of Uncle Maliks.
Yasmin: Exactly. Well, the one from about 15 valleys over. I'm that Uncle Malik's third cousin's younger sister. Yaz. And these are my friends Ryan, Graham and the Doctor.
The Doctor: Hi.
Ryan: Hello.
Graham: All the way from England.
Prem: You might want to keep that to yourself right now
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The Doctor: I need oil, water, tree bark, a saucepan, nine containers, an old newspaper, a touch of ox spit, a chicken poo and a biscuit.
Ryan: Bagsy not chicken poo.
Graham: Why a biscuit?
The Doctor: I love biscuits.
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(The women are having mehndi sun patterns painted in henna on their palms by Hasna.) The Doctor: This is the best thing ever. Never did this when I was a man.
Yasmin: Doctor. You and your jokes.
The Doctor: Yeah, that's right. My references to body and gender regeneration are all in jest. I'm such a comedian.
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The Doctor: So what, is it me? You've come to assassinate me?
Aliens: We are not assassins.
The Doctor: Firstly, I much prefer it when you're not making that threatening sound, so thanks for that at least. Secondly, don't lie to me. I know the stories of the Assassins of Thijar.
Aliens: We are changed.
The Doctor: What? Changed how?
Aliens: Our past is no more. We are no longer assassins. Now we are witnesses.
The Doctor: I don't understand.
Aliens: We honour the lost as we can not honour our own.
The Doctor: No, still not with you.
Aliens: As the assassins hunted, the Thijarian world was destroyed. We returned to find nothing. This is all that remains of our home. Our people. Every ancestor. All one dust.
(The Doctor copies their gesture of one palm across the back of the other hand.) The Doctor: I didn't know. I'm so sorry.
Aliens: They died unwitnessed, unsaved. We were too late to grieve or honour them. But we who returned gave up a hundred generations to sift, to remember the lost dead, the unmourned. In time, it was all we knew. And now we travel beyond, seeking the unacknowledged dead across all of Time and space. This is now the Thijarian mission, to bear witness to those alone. To see, to bear pain, honour life as it passes. As each one passes, we commemorate union.