Character: Ryan

We need to get out of here.
- We've still got the gadgets.
- We just saw killed the head of MI6.
- Yes, the same lightning that shot from the Navigator.
Where's the picture? I need to punch in the coordinates. Understood.
So, not from place, wrong time, twice a day.
- That makes us targets. And why do you keep looking at the picture.
- Shorthand. There is another picture hidden in the pixels of the photo. An easy way to carry information, each encryption is unique.
- Picture in picture?
Exactly. Fortunately I can read the pixels. Went to the courses. Became a hermit.
- Doctor, something is trying to break through!
- Didn't think someone could get into the TARDIS.
- I didn't.
But you got rid of him?
- Yes, but what was it? What? Any testimony? Usually a screwdriver can all read. Okay, never mind.

- How are you? All right? Not to mention that we were kidnapped?
- What's the plan?
I was thinking of letting him drive us. In this case, we determine who needs.
- And if they kill us?
- Look at his face. It fulfills someone's order. Don't want to know whose?

- Do not shoot!
- Destroy!
- I think I was stupid enough Bud to stand without shields? It's safe here, gang!
- Hide behind shields, Doctor! You and your human friends have failed!
- Say Hello to Far.
- Activate the alarm for 9 Rel. The fleet will be called.
- No, never. No matter how much you try, no matter how long, I will always be in your way, with the best representatives of mankind. And now the most recent warning. Because I'm pretty. And trying my best. Stop the signal, get off the planet.
You're not my commander!
- Right. You heard me? I tried. Gave a chance.
- Gave and gave.
- Yes, Yes.
- Will I have enough speed, right? Enough speed for this plan?
Maybe.
- Probably.
- Probably.
- Need to work on that. Send new year's message. My friends and protect the Earth. This year, in any other. Forward!
- Exterminate The Doctor! The doctor must be destroyed!
The gang, now!
- Do not approach! None of you will survive!
- Aim the guns on the server!
- The weapon is not working!
- Now connect the parts.
- The bug of weapons!
- Time to run, Doc!
- Run!
- What is my shell?
Guardian burnt your shell, and we have what was not theirs. Well-assembled portable combo oven! High voltage and low current sensors, the primary and secondary windings is changed to a low voltage and a very, very large currents! Get down!
- Is he dead?
- The signal was never sent. I think this is my best trick. I'm overjoyed! Great job, team. Gang. Extended tale.

- Where will you go?
- No idea. Come on, lads.
- I thought. we don't use that word.
- I like it.

A woman can not be the main!
- Silly me. Must be all mixed up. Right boss?
- Yes, sir, I will. North-Western suburbs. Got a promotion in Essex.
- And this is your subordinates?
Our team horizontal structure. Each has its own specialty.
- Even this darling?
- Even me. It is convenient to work undercover. It easier for a woman to catch a woman.
- How tricky is to use innate talent for curiosity and gossip! What's your specialty, my Nubian Prince? Torture?
- I? Mostly paper, Your Majesty.
Paper! Amazing! We will talk about it.

- Doctor, we found you!
- Kira is dead. Charlie is involved in it.
What?!
Not to Kira. It isn't for her. The system took it. She resisted me.
She knew what you were up to. Tekhobsluga, access to everything, nobody should notice.
That kill other workers?
- Needed subjects to make sure that the explosives will go off in such a low concentration.
What? Charlie, how do you know all this?
- I lied in the statement. Wrote a sentimental story that I was. And you bought it. I studied Cybernetics, explosives, teleportation. Worked for this.
I don't understand.
Ten percent? We should be grateful that 105 people are working? What about the remaining ninety percent? What about our future? If idle, the next time will be seven percent. then five percent, then one percent.

My screwdriver is overloaded. Too many signals. never happened before. Think! You need an analog device. You will need oil, water, tree bark, pot, nine containers, old newspaper, a bit of saliva bull, chicken manure and cookies.
- Mind you, not litter with me.
- Why cookies?
- I love cookies!

Take a look at. The same substance was on the body of the monk. Which he was killed.
- 'll study more closely. Oh. Overdid it, didn't think.
They're here!
You have defiled the Hive! Sacred beehive!
- Have to grind the words into our heads? That hurts! And actually no, you pollute this planet. I know who you are. Know what you are doing. That doesn't happen here. Leave these people alone. Now they are under my protection.
- You do not prevent.
- We'll see.

- I know what you ask. But family history, and time travel is... Difficult.
- Just for an hour. Look at it from afar. Why you need a friend with a time machine if you can't go back and see grandma young?
- Know the time and place?
- I know that she lived in Lahore in the 50s, but beyond that...
- Of course, I could, but... Not worth it. Unless... No, too unpredictable.
- What would it be?
Is a risk.
Though all our trips were at no risk!
- I apologized for the army, "the Deadly turtles." As it should. Suppose I could loop them into the telepathic circuits of the TARDIS.
- And this thing is telepathic?
- Don't call her that, Graham. And Yes, she has a sort of telepathic navigation. Briefly about a very complex process beyond your understanding.
- Thank you very much. I'm stuck here to be insulted.
- On any object accumulate fragments of space-time particles throughout life. The TARDIS can count them as timestamps. What do you think?
Yes, I love it. Pakistan. I've never been there. Minus one item in the wish list. Unless there's a turtle killer.
- Yes, I only.
- One hour, no...
- Intervention.
- Come on, you know you can. Will all shake out.

- Read a mantra for her?
What an honor.
- Can we join?
- Ask.
- Let the saints of all the stars and constellations will bring hope of a way out of darkness into light in this journey, and the next, and all upcoming. Now and forever.

- Excuse me...
- What is it?
- Don't move! If you create a temporary lock... No, too many sensors will not work. Was disguised. In someone's view, is evil thing.
- What is it?
- Sound mine. There's a countdown...
- How much is left?
Three, two...

- Do not like the neformalok. A real woman is modest, elegant and feminine - I am ready to give the world.
- Give the world much easier than just respect.

This time is normally good-bye.
- By the way about it. Is that necessary? You know, Doc, you need time to grieve. I don't want to sit at home and wait, when it will disappear. Because everything reminds you of grace, and only heavier. But... when we travel and see all these wonders... It helps a lot.
- And you?
- I think I want to work in that warehouse? No way.
- Yas, you wanted to go home.
- I know. I love my family. But they are driving me crazy. I need more. More of the universe. More time with you. Better than you I've ever met.
You're awesome.
- Well, you do.
- I can't guarantee that it's safe.
- We know.
- You know? Really? Because when I pull the lever I don't know what will happen.
Nothing.
- You will never be the same.
- Do not worry. I think it's good.
- To be sure. All of you. To be sure.
- Sure.
- Sure.
- Of course.
- Only view. My gang. There is still not much. TEAmTARDIS.
- Get together on this.
- Welcome aboard. For real. Want do it together? I love this part.

We are outside, he's inside, it's just a spider, a big spider, but just a spider. I'm not thrilled with spiders!