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[Demdike@Cult Labs]

Is that the full script, Susan?

[Demdike@Cult Labs]

A classic black and white still from Terror of the Autons (1971)

[Susan Foreman]

Originally Posted by Demdike@Cult Labs

Is that the full script, Susan?

That's the problem with a lot of Nu-Who stories - it takes a long time to say anything important

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B&M are releasing electronic sonic screwdrivers for the 10th, 11th and War Doctor's.

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[Susan Foreman]

Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes

Smith And Jones

(Stoker pushes back the curtain around a bed.)
Stoker: Now then, Mister Smith, a very good morning to you. How are you today?
The Doctor: Oh, not so bad. Still a bit, you know, blah.
Stoker: John Smith, admitted yesterday with severe abdominal pains. Jones, why don't you see what you can find? Amaze me.
Martha: 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 did I do that for?
Martha: I don't know, you just did.
The Doctor: Not me. I was here, in bed. Ask the nurses.
Martha: Well, that's weird, cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?
The Doctor: No, not any more. Just me.
Stoker: As time passes and I grow ever more infirm and weary, Miss Jones.
Martha: Sorry. Right.
(Martha listens to the Doctor's chest, and hears the two heartbeats. The Doctor winks at her.)
Stoker: I weep for future generations. Are you having trouble locating the heart, Miss Jones?
Martha: Er, I don't know. Stomach cramps?
Stoker: That is a symptom, not a diagnosis. And you rather failed basic techniques by not consulting first with the patient's chart.
(Stoker gets an electric shock from the metal clip.)
Martha: That happened to me this morning.
Morgenstern: I had the same thing on the door handle.
Swales: And me, on the lift.
Stoker: That's only to be expected. There's a thunderstorm moving in and lightning is a form of static electricity, as was first proven by. Anyone?
The Doctor: Benjamin Franklin.
Stoker: Correct.
The Doctor: My mate, Ben. That was a day and a half. I got rope burns off that kite, and then I got soaked..
Stoker: Quite.
The Doctor: And then I got electrocuted.
Stoker: Moving on. I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric. And next we have
(Martha and the Doctor exchange grins as she moves away.)

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Judoon: Blos so folt do no cro blo cos so ro.

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The Doctor: Oh, look down there, you've got a little shop. I like a little shop.
Martha: Never mind that. What are Judoon?
The Doctor: They're like 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 isolated it. That rain, lightning? That was them, using an H2O scoop.
Martha: What are you on about, galactic law? Where'd you get that from? 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 catalogue. That means they're after something non human, which is very bad news for me.
Martha: Why? Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous. Stop looking at me like that.
The Doctor: Come on then.

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The Doctor: Have you seen them? There are these things. These great big space rhino things. I mean, rhinos from space. And we're on the moon! Great big space rhinos with guns on the moon. And I only came in for my bunions, look. I mean, all fixed now. Perfectly good treatment. The nurses were lovely. I said to my wife, I said I'd recommend this place to anyone, but then we end up on the moon. And did I mention the rhinos?

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Martha: How does it do that? It's wood. It's like a box with that room just rammed in. It's bigger on the inside.
The Doctor: Is it? I hadn't noticed. (He shuts the door.) Right then, let's get going.
Martha: But is there a crew, like a navigator and stuff? Where is everyone?
The Doctor: Just me.
Martha: All on your own?
The Doctor: Well, sometimes I have guests. I mean some friends, travelling alongside. I had. There was recently, a friend of mine. Rose, her name was. Rose. And we were together. Anyway.
Martha: Where is she now?
The Doctor: With her family. Happy. She's fine. She's. Not that you're replacing her.
Martha: Never said I was.
The Doctor: Just one trip to say thanks. You get one trip, then back home. I'd rather be on my own.
Martha: You're the one that kissed me.
The Doctor: That was a genetic transfer.
Martha: And if you will wear a tight suit.
The Doctor: Now, don't!
Martha: And then travel all the way across the universe just to ask me on a date.
The Doctor: Stop it.
Martha: For the record? I'm not remotely interested. I only go for humans.
The Doctor: Good. Well, then. Close down the gravitic anomaliser, fire up the helmic regulator. And finally, the hand brake. Ready?
Martha: No.
The Doctor: Off we go.
(The Tardis dematerialises with a big jolt. They hand on for dear life.)
Martha: Blimey, it's a bit bumpy.
The Doctor: Welcome aboard, Miss Jones.
Martha: It's my pleasure, Mister Smith.

[Demdike@Cult Labs]

A behind the scenes shot from 1972's The Curse of Peladon.

[Susan Foreman]

Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes

The Shakespeare Code

(Washing hanging on lines below the overhanging eaves, scruffy urchins running around.)
Martha: Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?
The Doctor: Mind out.
(He pulls Martha back as a man empties his slop bucket from an upstairs window.)
Man: Gardez l'eau!
The Doctor: Somewhere before the invention of the toilet. Sorry about that.
Martha: I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E. 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?
Martha: What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?
The Doctor: Are you planning to?
Martha: No.
The Doctor: Well, then.
Martha: And this is London?
The Doctor: I think so. Round about 1599.
Martha: Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?
The Doctor: Why would they do that?
Martha: Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed.
The Doctor: I'm not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They've got recycling. (A man shovels horse manure into a bucket.) Water cooler moment. (Two men talking at a water barrel.)
Preacher: And the world will be consumed by flame.
The Doctor: Global warming. Oh, yes, and entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark, right next to (The Doctor gets Martha to run along from the south end of old London Bridge, past St Mary Ovarie - Southwark Cathedral - to a view of) Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre! Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it's not a globe, it's a tetradecagon. Fourteen sides. Containing the man himself.
Martha: Whoa, you don't mean. Is Shakespeare in there?
The Doctor: Oh, yes. Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?
Martha: Mister Smith, I will.

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The Doctor: Hello! Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare, isn't it?
Shakespeare:: Oh, no. No, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me. And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove (Shakespeare spots Martha.) Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me. You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go.
Dolly: Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse.
Shakespeare: Sweet lady. (Dolly, Burbage and Kempe leave. Martha and the Doctor sit at the table.) Such unusual clothes. So fitted.
Martha: Er, verily, forsooth, egads.
The Doctor: No, no, don't do that. Don't. (The Doctor shows Shakespeare his psychic paper.) 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 so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones. It says so.
Shakespeare: And I say it's blank.
The Doctor: Psychic paper. Er, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch.
Shakespeare: Psychic? Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More's the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?
Martha: What did you say?
Shakespeare: Oops. Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric?
Martha: I can't believe I'm hearing this.
The Doctor: It's political correctness gone mad. Er, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia.
(A man in expensive clothes and wearing a gold chain of office enters. He is the official censor, from the Lord Chamberlain's office.)
Lynley: Excuse me! Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behaviour. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mister Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed.
Shakespeare: Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it round.
Lynley: I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!
Shakespeare: I can't.
Lynley: Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled.
Martha: It's all go around here, isn't it?
Lynley: I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, Love's Labours Won will never be played.

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Shakespeare: Poor Lynley. 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'd 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.
Martha: I think we should say goodnight.
(Martha leaves.)
Shakespeare: I must work. I have a play to complete. But 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.
[As You Like It, written around 1599.]
Shakespeare: Hmm. I might use that. Goodnight, Doctor.

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The Doctor: All Hallows Street, but which house?
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 novelisation. 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. But which house? (A door creaks open invitingly.) Ah. Make that witch house.

[Demdike@Cult Labs]

The Strategist Dalek, part of the new Dalek Paradigm, as seen in Victory of the Daleks (2010)

[Susan Foreman]

Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes

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. Take one trip into past, one trip into 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: Come on, though. I mean, planet of the Time Lords. That's got to 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 sky's a burnt orange, with the 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. Year five billion and fifty-three, planet New Earth. Second hope of mankind. Fifty thousand light years from your old world, and we're slap bang in the middle of New New York. Although, technically it's the fifteenth New York from the original, so it's New New New New New New New New New New New New New New York. One of the most dazzling cities ever built.

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Brannigan: My name's Thomas Kincade Brannigan, and this is the bane of my life, the lovely Valerie.
Valerie: Nice to meet you.
Brannigan: And that's the rest of the family behind you.
(The Doctor draws back a curtain to reveal a litter of kittens in a basket.)
The Doctor: Ah, that's nice. Hello. How old are they?
Valerie: Just two months.
Brannigan: Poor little souls. They've never known the ground beneath their paws. Children of the motorway.
The Doctor: What, they were born in here?
Valerie: We couldn't stop. We heard there were jobs going, out in the laundries on Fire Island. Thought we'd take a chance.
The Doctor: What, you've been driving for two months?
Brannigan: Do I look like a teenager? We've been driving for twelve years now.
The Doctor: I'm sorry?
Brannigan: Yeah! Started out as newlyweds. Feels like yesterday.
Valerie: Feels like twelve years to me.
Brannigan: Ah, sweetheart, but you're still love me.
The Doctor: Twelve years? How far did you come? Where did you start?
Brannigan: Battery Park. It's five miles back.
The Doctor: You travelled five miles in twelve years?
Brannigan: I think he's a bit slow.
Valerie: Where are you from?
The Doctor: Never mind that. I've got to get out. My friend's in one of these cars. She was taken hostage. I should get back to the Tardis.
Brannigan: You're too late for that. We've passed the lay-by. You're a passenger now, Sonny Jim.
The Doctor: When's the next lay-by?
Brannigan: Oh, six months?

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

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(The Face of Boe is out of his tank.)
Martha: What's that?
The Doctor: It's the Face of Boe. It's all right. Come and say hello. And this is Hame. She's a cat. Don't worry. He's the one that saved you, not me.
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.
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.
Boe: Everything has its time. You know that, old friend, better than most.
Hame: The legend says more.
The Doctor: Don't. There's no need for that.
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?
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.
Boe: I must. But know this, Time Lord. You are not alone.
(Boe breathes out for one last time, and closes his eyes. Hame weeps.)

[Demdike@Cult Labs]

A worried looking Clara Oswald (Jenna Coleman) in Face the Raven (2015)