Season 2Doctor No. 1
Planet of the Giants
Written By Louis Marks
Barbara: It doesn't help that my knee got hit by a huge piece of metal.
Ian: Oh, are you all right?
Barbara: Yes, I'm all right, but do you know what the piece of metal was?
Ian: What?
Barbara: It was - this sounds ridiculous - it was a paperclip.Ian:[attempting to lift a matchstick with the Doctor telling him to hurry up] Doctor, have you ever tried to lift one of these?
The Dalek Invasion Of Earth
Written by Terry Nation
The Doctor:[to Susan after she twisted her ankle] What you need is a jolly good smacked bottom!
Ian: Sometimes, Doctor, you astound me.
The Doctor: What, only sometimes, dear boy?Jack Craddock: You're a genius!
The Doctor: Yes, and there are very few of us left!David: This is my planet, Susan! I can't just run away and see what it's like on Venus!
Jenny: [laughing after she and Barbara drive straight over a group of Daleks] We went straight through them! Straight through them!!!
Barbara: Yeah, wasn't bad, was it? I rather enjoyed that!The Doctor: [To Susan] You're my granddaughter, and always will be... but now you're a woman, too.
And later in the same scene:One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. And until then, there will be regrets, no tears, no anxieties. Just go forward in your beliefs and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine. Goodbye, Susan. Goodbye, my dear.
The Rescue
Written By David Whitaker
Barbara: [implying that the TARDIS has stopped] Doctor, the trembling's stopped.
The Doctor: [grasping Barbara's hands] Oh, my dear, I'm so glad to hear you're feeling better.
Barbara: Not me! The ship!
The Romans
Written By Dennis Spooner
Ian: [catching Barbara gazing at him] What? Is my 'slip' showing?
Barbara: [smiling] No. I was just thinking what a splendid Roman warrior you make.Vicki: Oh, and I forgot to tell you, I think I poisoned Nero today.
Barbara: Instead of sitting there making stupid jokes, why don't you start tidying up a bit? You can start by cleaning that up [motions to the fragments of the vase that broke when she accidentally hit him over the head instead of one of the Romans].
Ian: What?!
Barbara:[indignantly] Well, it's not my fault it's broken. I mean, I picked it up to help you, it's not my fault your head got in the way!
Ian: Ahem. WHAT??!!
Barbara: Oh, well, you see, um, in the struggle...
Ian: So it's YOUR fault I was thrown in a cell... and it's YOUR fault that I was made to work on the galley!! [Begins chasing a now screaming Barbara around the room] And I know exactly what you deserve! [catches her, puts his hands around her neck and makes to plunge her head into the fountain]
Barbara: All right, all right, Ian, Ian... I'll clean up.
The Web Planet
Written By Bill Strutton
Barbara: Oh, you studied medicine at school, then?
Vicki: Of course. Didn't you teach it?
Barbara: No... we worked upwards from the three R's. Reading, Writing and Arithmetic.
Vicki: Oh, it was a nursery school.
Barbara: [indignantly] It was not!
Vicki: I wish I went to your school. We had to get a certificate of education in physics, chemistry...
Barbara: Now, wait a minute, how old were you?
Vicki: Well, I was ten when I took those.
Barbara: TEN?!?!?! What did you do in your time, live in the classroom?Barbara: How long did you study for?
Vicki: [as though it's the worst thing in the world] Almost an hour a week.The Doctor: Well, my boy, we seem to have come out of that one unscathed.
Ian: Ye-es. Except for my old school tie.
The Space Museum
Written By Glyn Jones
Ian: [realising they are wearing their normal clothes and not the Crusades clothes] But Doctor, we've got our clothes on.
The Doctor: Well, I would most certainly hope so, dear boy.Barbara: It's like a silence you can almost hear.
Ian: It's almost like a museum back at home.
Vicki: Except you don't have any of those little men following you around telling you not to touch anything.
The Doctor: Well, just you pretend there are, young lady and keep your hands to yourself.The Doctor: All right, my boy, you lead the way.
Ian: Well, which way? Have you any particular fancy?
The Doctor: Well, the way we came in.
Ian: And which way was that?
The Doctor: You're memory is like a sieve, dear boy. We turned right and then left.
Vicki: No, no, we turned right when we came in.
Ian: No, we turned left when we came in.
Barbara: Actually, all these doors and corridors are exactly alike.
The Doctor: I beg to differ, but you must turn right before you can turn left.
Ian: Doctor, it depends which way you're facing before you start turning at all.
The Doctor: We were facing from there, down here, therefore -
Ian: Doctor, why don't you just admit it? You're as lost as the rest of us.Barbara: [as Ian an Vicki try to tear her cardigan to make use of the Minotaur legend in their predicament] Well, you might ask. I mean, that's a good cardigan!
Ian: Oh, well, sorry .... uh, may we?
Barbara: Oh, well, um, I s'pose so.Lebos: [examining the TARDIS from the outside] Strange looking craft. Must be very cramped and uncomfortable for four people inside at once.
Barbara: [as Ian advances towards and armed Morok] Don't, Ian, he'll shoot.
Ian: Well, wouldn't that change the shape of things to come?
Barbara: Well, it would for you, you'd be dead.Machine: What - is - your - name?
Vicki: Vicki!
Machine: For - what - purpose - are - the - arms - needed?
Vicki: Revolution!!!
The Chase
Written By Terry Nation
Ian: Vicki, I had no idea you knew about the Beatles!
Vicki: [horrorfied] Of course I know about them. I've been to their Memorial Theatre in Liverpool.
Barbara: Well, what do you think of them?
Vicki: Well, they're marvellous, but I didn't know they played classical music.Barbara: [hearing a strange noise coming from the TARDIS] Doctor, what's that awful noise?
The Doctor: I beg your pardon, awful noise? That's no way to talk about my singing!!
Barbara: No Doctor, not that awful noise, the other one.
The Doctor: [to himself] Awful noise, indeed. I could charm the nightingales out of the trees.Ian: Oh, and Barbara, may I borrow your cardigan?
Barbara:Oh, no, not again.The Doctor: Where's your spirit of adventure, dear boy?
Ian: It died a very slow and painful death when those bats came out of the rafters.Ian: We did it! It's December, 1965!
Barbara: 1965? But then, we're two years out!
Ian: What's two years among friends, eh? We're home!
The Time Meddler