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I probably won't, but even if I did, then I...
It's Mr Clark, isn't it?
- Are you all right? -Yes, sir. Fine, sir.
I heard them talking.
The scent is confused.
Well, tell me then, Jones,
As your Mr Smith says, "Nothing to see."
Yes, hi.
Time Lord.
Yours is perfectly adequate.
This isn't very funny, sir.
You took human form.
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There. There. Look, in the sky.
Your choice.
Right up there, just for a second.
if they find us, Martha, then you know what to do.
They can track me down across the whole of time and space.
He's ancient and forever.
Didn't I tell you, sir? The stupid boy's useless.
about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales.
If you'll excuse me, Mr Smith,
His name was Oliver. He died at the Battle of Spion Kop.
Mr Smith?
The man in your journal, he's real.
- What's that supposed to mean? -I'm good at guessing, that's all.
As far as the eye can see, and no falling star.
It's Baines, isn't it?
On the horizon, where the light was headed.
Mr Smith, everything I told you, just forget it.
I say, hello?
A teacher and a housemaid, sir? That's impossible.
- In the dark. -I don't know what you mean.
No, better than that.
There's no reason why you shouldn't, if you do, you may not...
Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?
All of you!
Right across the universe. They're never gonna stop.
Joan? -That's my name.
I hope, Latimer, that one day
- In what way? -I just can't.
You chaps all right?
She's infatuated. You're a dangerous man.