The Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but *actually* from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it's more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly... time-y wimey... stuff.
The Doctor: Don't blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink. Good Luck.
[the doorbell rings]
Kathy Nightingale: What are you doing? It could be a burglar!
Sally Sparrow: A burglar who rings the doorbell?
Kathy Nightingale: What did you come here for anyway?
Sally Sparrow: I love old things. They make me feel sad.
Kathy Nightingale: What's good about sad?
Sally Sparrow: It's happy for deep people.
Larry Nightingale: We've met before.
Sally Sparrow: It'll come to you.
Old Billy: No, gorgeous girl, you can't. There's only tonight. He told me, all those years ago, that we'll only meet again this one time, on the night I die.
Sally Sparrow: Oh Billy...
Old Billy: It's kept me going; I'm an old sick man but I've had something to look forward to.
Old Billy: Life is long, and you are hot!
Old Billy: Look at my hands. They're old man's hands - how did that happen?
Sally Sparrow: I'll stay. I'm gonna stay with you ok?
Old Billy: Thank you Sally Sparrow.
Old Billy: I have til the rain stops.
Larry Nightingale: "The angels have the phonebox," that's my favourite, I've got that on a T-shirt.
Sally Sparrow: I'm clever, and I'm listening. Now don't patronise me, 'cause people have died and I'm not happy. Tell me.
[Larry has been sleepwalking]
Larry Nightingale: Ok, not sure but really hoping.
Larry Nightingale: Pants?
Sally Sparrow: No.
Larry Nightingale: Me and the guys are trying to work out the other half.
Sally Sparrow: When you say "you and the guys", you mean the internet, don't you?
Larry Nightingale: How'd you know?
Sally Sparrow: Spooky, isn't it?
Sally Sparrow: Started well, that sentence.
The Doctor: [on video] It got away from me, yeah.
Sally Sparrow: OK that was weird, you're talking like you can hear me.
The Doctor: [on video] Well I can hear you.
Sally Sparrow: [turns off TV] OK, that's enough of that!
Sally Sparrow: But what is it, what's a police box?
Billy Shipton: Well, it's a special kind of phone box for policemen. They used to have them all over, but this isn't a real one. The phone's just a dummy and the windows are the wrong size
Kathy Nightingale: Sparrow and Nightingale. It so works!
Sally Sparrow: Yeah, for ITV.
The Doctor: Sorry, I've got a complex life. Things sometimes don't happen to me in the right order. Especially weddings. I'm rubbish at weddings. Especially my own.
Old Billy: It was raining when we met.
Sally Sparrow: It's the same rain.
Billy Shipton: Where am I?
The Doctor: 1969. Not bad as it goes. You've got the moon landing to look forward to.
Martha Jones: Oh, the moon landing's brilliant. We went four times. Back when we had transport...
The Doctor: Working on it!
The Doctor: Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss, they just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They're creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy.
Billy Shipton: What in God's name are you talking about?
Martha Jones: Trust me, just nod when he stops for breath.
The Doctor: Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes ding when there's stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I've learned to stay away from hens. It's not pretty when they blow.
The Doctor: Yeah, listen, listen, got to dash... things happening. Well... four things. Well... four things and a lizard.
Billy Shipton: Drink?
Sally Sparrow: No!
Billy Shipton: Ever?
Sally Sparrow: Maybe.
Billy Shipton: Phone number?
Sally Sparrow: Fine.
Sally Sparrow: Isn't that against protocol, DI Shipton?
Billy Shipton: Billy. I'm off duty.
Sally Sparrow: Aren't you just.
Sally Sparrow: Aren't you on duty, *Detective Inspector Shipton*?
Billy Shipton: Nope. Knocked off before we came down here. Told them I had a family crisis.
Sally Sparrow: Why?
Billy Shipton: Because life is short and you are hot. Drink?
Billy Shipton: And that's Sally...
Sally Sparrow: Shipton. SPARROW!
Sally Sparrow: You're not looking at the angels.
Larry Nightingale: Neither are you.
[they look up to see an angel statue inches away from Sally's back, poised to kill her]
Sally Sparrow: How can you know what I'm gonna say?
The Doctor: [on the DVD] Look to your left.
Larry Nightingale: [Sally turns to see Larry writing something down] What does he mean by look to your left? I've written tons about that on the forums. I reckon it's a political statement.
Sally Sparrow: He means you. What are you doing?
Larry Nightingale: I'm writing in your bits. That way I've got a complete transcript of the entire conversation. Wait until this hits the net! This'll explode the egg forums!
The Doctor: [on the DVD, pointing at the screen] I've got a copy of the finished transcript, it's on my autocue.
Sally Sparrow: How can you have a copy of the finished transcript? It's still being written!
The Doctor: [on the DVD] I told you, I'm a time traveller - I got it in the future!
Sally Sparrow: Okay, let me get my head around this. You're reading aloud from a transcript of a conversation you're still having?
The Doctor: [on the DVD, waving his hands dismissively] Oh, wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey...
Sally Sparrow: Actually, never mind that.
The Doctor: [on the DVD] The Lonely Assassins, that's what they used to be called. No one quite knows where they came from, but they're as old as the Universe, or very nearly. And they have survived this long because they have the most perfect defence system ever evolved. They are Quantum Locked. They don't exist when they are being observed. The moment they are seen by any other living creature they freeze into rock. No choice, it's a fact of their biology. In the sight of any living thing, they literally turn into stone. And you can't kill a stone. Of course, a stone can't kill you either, but then you turn your head away. Then you blink. Then, oh yes, it can.
Sally Sparrow: [to Larry, about a nearby statue] Don't take your eyes off that.
The Doctor: [on the DVD] That's why they cover their eyes. They're not weeping, they can't risk looking at each other. Their greatest asset is their greatest curse. They can never be seen. Loneliest creatures in the Universe. And I'm sorry. I am very, very sorry. It's up to you now.
Sally Sparrow: [to The Doctor] Who are you?
The Doctor: [on the DVD] I'm a time traveller. Or I was. I'm stuck in 1969.
Martha Jones: [Martha interrupts on-screen] We're stuck. All of space and time he promised me. Now I've got a job in a shop, I've got to support him!
The Doctor: [gesturing at the screen] Martha!
Martha Jones: [suddenly realizing she's on-screen] Sorry.
[Sally is looking at the gravestone of her friend Kathy, who had been transported back to 1920]
Sally Sparrow: [sweetly] 1902? You told him you were 18, you lying cow!
The Doctor: [upon finding Billy] Welcome! Oh, that's all right, don't get up. Time travel without a capsule, nasty stuff. Catch your breath. Don't go swimming for half an hour.
Sally Sparrow: [going to look for a way out, leaving Larry with the statue] Don't blink. Remember what he said. Don't blink.
Larry Nightingale: [not blinking] Who blinks? I'm too scared to blink.
Larry Nightingale: [starting the DVD extra] And there he is.
Sally Sparrow: The Doctor.
Larry Nightingale: Who's the Doctor?
Sally Sparrow: He's the Doctor.
The Doctor: Yep, that's me.
Sally Sparrow: OK, that was scary.
Larry Nightingale: No, it sounds like he's replying but he always says that.
The Doctor: Yes I do.
Larry Nightingale: And that.
The Doctor: Yup. And this.
Sally Sparrow: He can hear us. Oh my god you can really hear us!
Larry Nightingale: Of course he can't hear us. Look. "Yup, that's me." "Yes I do." "Yup. And this." Next is:
Larry Nightingale: Sorry.
Sally Sparrow: What am I supposed to do?
The Doctor: The blue box, it's my time machine. There is a world of time energy in there that they could feast on forever, but the damage they would do could switch off the sun. You have got to send it back to me.
Sally Sparrow: How?... *How*?
The Doctor: And that's it, I'm afraid. There's no more from you on the transcript, that's the last I've got. I don't know what stopped you talking but I can guess: they're coming. The angels are coming for you, but listen, your life could depend on this: don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast, faster than you could believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and *don't blink*! Good luck.
[Over the phone, Sally asks Kathy about the TVs in her apartment]
Sally Sparrow: What's that on all those screens in your front room?
Kathy Nightingale: [tiredly] Oh, God.
Kathy Nightingale: [panicked] Oh, God! Sally, you've met by brother Larry, haven't you?
Sally Sparrow: No.
Kathy Nightingale: You're about to.
[Larry exits the bathroom, naked. He pauses when he sees Sally]
Larry Nightingale: [half-awake] Okay... not sure, but... really, really hoping.
[Larry points downward]
Larry Nightingale: Pants?
Sally Sparrow: [subtle smile] No.
[Kathy rushes in and shoos Larry away]
Kathy Nightingale: Put your pants on! Put them on! I hate you!
The Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a non-linear non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big bowl of wibbly wobbly timey wimey... stuff.
The Doctor: Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don't turn your back, don't look away, and DON'T blink.
The Tenth Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually, from a nonlinear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey... stuff.
The Doctor: Gotta dash. Things happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard.
Sally Sparrow: Message from your sister.
Larry Nightingale: Oh, ok. What? What is it? What's the message?
Sally Sparrow: She had to go away for a bit. Nothing to worry about about. And...
Larry Nightingale: And what?
Sally Sparrow: She loves you.
Larry Nightingale: She ill?
Sally Sparrow: No!
Larry Nightingale: Am I ill?
Sally Sparrow: No?
Larry Nightingale: Is this a trick?