Donna : You can tell what year it is just by smelling ?

The Doctor : oh yeah.

Donna : Or, maybe that big vintage car comming up the drive gave it away.

Professor Peach : I say, what are you doing with that lead pipe, hey?

The Doctor : I’m the Doctor. And this is Donna Noble. Of the… Chiswick Noble.

Lady Eddison : He’s just struck again, snatched Lady Babbington’s pearls right from under her nose.

Donna : Funny place to wear pearls.

Donna : Typical. All the decent men are on the other bus.

The Doctor : Or Time Lords.

The Doctor : Well, she’s british and monneyed. That’s what they do, they carry on.

The Doctor : No need. Chief Inspector Smith, known as « The Doctor ».

Donna : I mean it’s like meeting Charles Dickens and he is surrounded by ghosts… at Christmas…

Agatha Christie : For such an experienced detective, you missed a big clue !

The Doctor : What, that bit of paper on the fire?

Agatha Christie : You were looking the other way!

The Doctor : Yeah, but I saw your reflection.

Donna : It’s a giant wasp!

The Doctor : What do you mean, a giant wasp?

Donna : I mean a wasp that is giant!

Agatha Christie : I think I understood some of those words. Enough to know that you’re completely potty.

Donna : Hey, that’s a change. There is a monster. And you are chasing it!

The Doctor : I must do that more often. I mean the detox.

Donna : Well now we know the buttler didn’t do it!

Agatha Christie : The Doctor has opened my mind to believe many things.

The Doctor : Well, no-one knows how they’re going to be remembered. All you can do is hope for the best. Maybe that’s what kept her writing. Same thing keeps me travelling. Onwards.

Écrit par Midori