The reward for work well done is the opportunity to do more.
- Jonas Salk
Me: Oo – it’s a trailer…
The Doctor, looking crumpled and windswept, appears to be on holiday.
The Doctor: I don’t think I like the look of this. Let’s go.
Victoria: Why? What’s the matter?
The Doctor: Come on… Run. Don’t argue! Run!
|Doctor Who and the Confusion of the Sixties|
Voice of God: Next week, the TARDIS lands on a sunny beach. But where is it?
Voice of God: And why is the reception so unfriendly?
Me: It’s Rhyl.
Gunshots: ptchoo spwiing
Him: “And then… everyone dies.”
Victoria: Why does he want to hurt us?
The Doctor: Why indeed?
Victoria: Can’t we go back to the TARDIS?
The Doctor: No we’ll never make it.
The Massive Chopper: whoosh whooshy whoosh
Jamie: What is it, Doctor?
Victoria: I‘m frightened!
Cover of the Unreleased David Whitaker Target Novelisation: Over here!
Victoria: I can’t! I can’t!
The Doctor: You must! It’s our only chance!
|Cover of the Unreleased David Whitaker Target Novelisation: FLEEEEEEEEE!1|
The Doctor: Come on!
The camera zooms in on each of our chum’s faces in turn, followed by a zoom out on a snap of the Massive Chopper.2
Massive Chopper: whooshy whooshy whoosh
Voice of God: Why has this strange woman rescued them?
Me: I’ve no idea.
Voice of God: “Dr3 Who and3 the Enemy of the World” begins… Umm… Next Saturday!
The fading sounds of the Massive Chopper bring us to a conclusion. For now…
1. This is almost certainly not the actual line, but it has been annotated from the soundtrack of a
very old bootleg fortuitous archive recording.
2. “Yes, Jamie. That is a big one.” Etc.
3. It’s always struck me as smug and snarky to just add ‘(sic)’ in order to induce a cheap laugh. You’ll notice it hasn’t stopped me though. I’m so ashamed.