David Tennant: The Doctor

Smith and Jones

The Doctor

The Doctor: All I need to do is expel it. If I concentrate, shift the radiation... out my body into one spot... inside my left shoe. Here we go. Here we go. Easy does it.
The Doctor: [jumps up and down shaking his left foot] Out! Out! Ow, ow, ow. Ow. ow, ow, ah! Hah, hah, itches! Itches! Itches! Itches! Oh, ooh, hold on...
The Doctor: [then rips off his shoe and throws it in a trash can] There we go! Done.
Martha Jones: You're completely mad.
The Doctor: You're right. I look daft with one shoe.
[takes off other shoe and chucks it in the same bin]
The Doctor: Barefoot on the moon!

The Doctor: Have you seen? 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, they're all fixed now, perfectly good treatment, the nurses were lovely, I said to my wife, I said, I recommend this place to anyone. But then we end up on the moon! And...
[faltering]
The Doctor: did I mention the rhinos?

Mr. 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.
Mr. 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...
Mr. Stoker: ...Quite.
The Doctor: ...and then I got electrocuted!
Mr. Stoker: Moving on.
Mr. Stoker: [to a nurse] I think perhaps a visit from psychiatric.

Martha Jones, The Doctor: [on the TARDIS, The Doctor mouthing along silently] It's bigger on the inside!
The Doctor: [aloud] Is it? I hadn't noticed.

[the TARDIS begins rematerializing in front of Martha Jones immediately after it had just left, the displaced air pushing her back]
The Doctor: [exiting TARDIS holding his tie] Told you.
Martha Jones: [the Doctor puts his tie back on as Martha speaks] No, but... but that was this morning. Bu - Did you - Oh, my God, you can travel in time! But hold on: if you could see me this morning, why didn't you tell me not to go into work?
The Doctor: [in a serious tone] Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden. Except for cheap tricks.

The Doctor: What's wrong with this computer? Judoon must've locked it down. Judoon platoon upon the moon...

[the Doctor walks up and accosts Martha Jones in Chancellor Street on her way to work, her having no idea who he is]
The Doctor: Like so!
The Doctor: [the Doctor removes his tie and holds it up to her] See?
[the Doctor walks off leaving an amused and befuddled Martha Jones behind to go on to her work]

The Doctor: They're making a catalogue. That means they're after something non-human, which is very bad news for me.
Martha Jones: Why?
[the Doctor looks at her]
Martha Jones: Oh, you're kidding me. Don't be ridiculous!
[pause]
Martha Jones: Stop looking at me like that.
The Doctor: Come on then.

Martha Jones: That wasn't very clever, running around outside, was it?
The Doctor: Sorry?
Martha Jones: In Chancellor Street, this morning? Came up to me and took your tie off.
The Doctor: [amazed] Really? What'd I do that for?
Martha Jones: I don't know, you just did.
The Doctor: Not me. I was here in bed. Ask the nurses.
Martha Jones: Well, that's weird, 'cause it looked like you. Have you got a brother?
The Doctor: No, not anymore. Just me.

[last lines]
The Doctor: Now then, close down the gravitic anomalizer, fire up the helmic regulator, and finally, the handbrake. Ready?
Martha Jones: [smiling] No.
The Doctor: Off we go.
[the Doctor pulls down a lever and the TARDIS violently shudders into takeoff, tossing them both off-balance]
Martha Jones: Blimey, it's a bit bumpy!
The Doctor: Welcome aboard, Miss Jones!
Martha Jones: [shaking his hand across a console panel] It's my pleasure Mister Smith.
[trailer for next episode, then credits]

Martha Jones: What are Judoon?
The Doctor: They're like police. Well, police for hire. They're more like interplanetary thugs.
Martha Jones: And they brought us to the moon?
The Doctor: Neutral territory. According to Galactic Law, they got no jurisdiction over the Earth and they isolated it.

The Doctor: I just thought, since you saved my life and I've got a brand new sonic screwdriver that needs road-testing, you might fancy a trip.
Martha Jones: What, into space?
The Doctor: Well.
Martha Jones: But I can't. I've got exams. I've got things to do. I've got to go into town first thing to pay the rent, I've got my family going mad...
The Doctor: If it helps, I can travel in time as well.
Martha Jones: Get out of here.
The Doctor: I can.
Martha Jones: Come on, now. That's going too far.
The Doctor: I can prove it.
[the Doctor steps into the TARDIS and closes the door. Martha watches amazed as it dematerializes]

Martha Jones: So what is that thing? And where's it from, Planet Zovirax?
The Doctor: It's just a Slab. They're called Slabs. Basic slave drones. You see? Solid leather all the way through. Someone has got one hell of a fetish.