Garif: Nefred, is something wrong?
Nefred: Garif, I have seen the system files.
Garif: As is your right.
Nefred: Garif, if you could but guess.
Garif: But only you are entitled to those secrets.
Nefred: But such secrets, Garif. Such secrets.
Nefred: Even as our ancestors journeyed from Terradon, and even as our descendants one day will return there, so we are once again enclosed within our starliner. This great ship brought us far from our own shores and long ago, damaged and departing from its course, landed our forbearers in this alien land. Citizens, we are not of this planet, therefore we will lack nothing though we have lost its suns, its waters and its rich fruits. For generations the starliner has been our shelter and a reminder of our true home.
Romana: Adric, is there any machinery on your planet that could lift the TARDIS?
Adric: How heavy is it?
Romana: Uhm, five times ten to the six kilos in your gravity.
Romana: If the Doctor's therory's right, we'll need a local image translator to see what's out there.
Adric: Or we could just look out through the door.
Tylos: Senseless creatures!
Romana: I don't think so. They're adapting very fast. That's intelligent behavior.
Tylos: Intelligent? Trying to kill us?
Romana: But they probably don't even know anyone is in here. To them the TARDIS is just a bog boulder.
Doctor Who: What've the marshmen got against you?
Garif: We're investigating that question.
Nefred: They seem to resent our presence as aliens.
Doctor Who: Why can't people be nice to one another, just for a change? I mean, I'm an alien and you don't want to drag me into a swamp, do you?
[the Deciders stand silent on this point]
Doctor Who: You do.