[NAHTMMM]

Alien: We must obliterate the obliteration-module at the correct obliteration time!
Roton: Meh... I'm bored, do it now.

Sarah: You know, it's odd how every planet looks just like a quarry on Earth. Where have we landed?
Doctor: In a quarry... on Earth.

Heheheh.

Sarah: Can we stop the Elvis song-title references, now?
Doctor: Oh no, we're just getting started!

Whee!

Good stuff!

The Doctor: Not now, K-9, we're in grave danger.
Romana: What is it, Doctor?
The Doctor: I've lost my perm. My curls have fallen out!

*snigger*

Varsh: Aha! I have stolen riverfruits from the market! I am a criminal mastermind!


Decider Garif: Login, we will make you the new Decider. Oh no!
Decider Nefred: What is it?
Decider Garif: I just made a Decision. I've never done that before!

Varsh: Ha, Romana, we are taking over your TARDIS with... riverfruits!
Romana: That's a riverfruit, actually.
Adric: Only if you take the absolute value of the coordinates.

Auntie Vanessa: Are you sure you're smart enough, dear? Your last job didn't go so well.
Tegan: Honestly. You batter-fry one customer and you never hear the end of it.

:mrgreen:

Monitor: But you don't understand. Long ago the universe passed the point where it could live without focus groups.
Doctor: *Passed* the point? You mean -- if Logopolis is destroyed --
Monitor: Yes, Doctor -- there'll be nothing left to dumb down quality entertainment programming! Half the universe will die of brain cramp!

*:idea: finally goes on* Heehee :twisted:

Tegan: You heard about "Three's Company" in E-Space?
Adric: Of course, everyone has. It was my first impression of Earth.
Tegan: That must be why alien races keep trying to destroy us.

:lol:

Mirage Peri: Here's a nice glass of water, Doctor. By the way, I've been working with Fran Drescher on my obnoxious fake American accent.
Doctor: No... please...
Mirage Peri: My a's are way up in my nose now, listen: *aaa*... *aaaaaaaaaa*...
Doctor: (rasp) Kill me now.

Heeheehee.