The Doctor: How you felling?
Richard Mace: What happened?
The Doctor: Steady. You'll be all right.
Richard Mace: How do you know that?
The Doctor: [as if it's so obvious] I'm the Doctor.
The Doctor: How do you feel now?
Tegan: Groggy, sore and bad-tempered.
The Doctor: Oh, almost your old self.
Richard Mace: I once knew a French acrobat. He wasn't very good at tumbling but his skill with a piece of bent iron was phenomenal. Luckily he passed his skill onto me, which enabled me to extricate my fee from the strongboxes of more than one disreputable theater manager.
Adric: We could go in the TARDIS.
Nyssa: No, Adric. You move this ship and we could finish up anywhere.
Adric: And if we don't, the Doctor and Tegan could finish up dead.
Nyssa: [watching Adric trying to fly the TARDIS] Stay calm. Why won't it work?
Adric: Perhaps I'm pushing the wrong buttons.
Nyssa: Maybe she WAS damaged by the booster.
Richard Mace: [watching the TARDIS fade in and out of the manor] What IS this?
The Doctor: It may be the only glimpse you even get of my TARDIS.
Nyssa: Try and think what the Doctor would do if he were here.
Adric: He'd probably get angry.
Nyssa: I said empathize, not be silly.
[Adric thinks for a moment]
Adric: Got it!
[Adric pounds the console with his fist and it works]
[With difficultly, the TARDIS materializes inside the manor house]
Tegan: [to the Doctor] At last! You really should get this crate serviced, you know?
Nyssa: Where are we going?
The Doctor: In search of our Terileptil.
Adric: You know where he is?
The Doctor: [contemptuously] Yes, yes, that's why I'm searching.