Character: Sarah Jane Smith. Page 2

Flattery will accomplish nothing.

- I thought you were a journalist.
- It is.
- The alien things in the attic? And you even did not blink at the sight of an alien clown, a shape-shifting!
- It's a hobby.

There are two types of people: some refuse to believe, thinking that it's better to deny, and others accept the Universe and how amazing life can be.

Welcome back, Doctor.
- I want to know is: what is IT?
IS, Doctor, called a kilt.
- It suits you.
- Yes?

- You get older, and assistants are all younger...
- I'm not an assistant.
- Yes? Got, tiger!

What was that, Doctor? Some kind of gas?
- Gas? Oh my God, what kind of person do you take me for? No, it was something like enhanced stink bomb with a few additives for effect. I assure you it is perfectly safe, but we better leave before... uh...

Some things are worth getting your heart broken.

I learned long ago that if someone is missing, look in the night sky. Whoever it was and wherever they were, it is possible that they are looking at the stars, just like you. Sometimes the universe is not so great.