I Would Rather Be Confused For 10

Cyber Leader: Daleks, Be Warned. You Have Declared War Upon The Cybermen. Dalek Sec: This Is Not War - This Is Pest Control! Cyber Leader: We Have Five Million Cybermen. How Many Are You? Dalek Sec: Four. Cyber Leader: You Would Destroy The Cybermen With Four Daleks? Dalek Sec: We Would Destroy The Cybermen With One Dalek! You Superior In Only One Respect. Cyber Leader: What Is That? Dalek Sec: You Are Better At Dying.

Maybe That's When Bad Scripts Are Written, When You Choose The Theme First. I Consider That I've Something To Say When I've Thought Of A Person, A Moment, A Single Beat Of The Heart, That I Think Is True And Interesting, And Therefore Should Be Seen.

Harriet Jones: Did You Notice When They Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It Doesn't Just Smell Like A Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It's Something Else. What Is It? It's More Like, Um... Rose Tyler: Bad Breath. Harriet Jones: That's It! The Doctor: Calcium Decay. Now That Narrows It Down!.. Calcium Phosphate. Organic Calcium. Living Calcium. Creatures Made Out Of Living Calcium. What Else - What Else? Hyphenated Surnames. Yes! That Narrows It Down To One Planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [sarcastically] Oh Yeah, Great! We Can Write 'em A Letter.

It's Tough And It Should Be Tough - It Should Never Be Easy To Be Given Millions Of Pounds To Make A Drama. The Coalition Government Is Doing Terrible Things To The Bbc, But Drama Will Survive Even If We End Up Putting On A Play In A Backroom Of A Pub.

I Saw The Fall Of Troy! World War Five! I Was Pushing Boxes At The Boston Tea Party! Now I'm Gonna Die In A Dungeon.... [disgustedly] In Cardiff!