Date: March 2006
The BBC insisted that an anti-social act (graffiti) couldn't be depicted as being without consequences, so the production team added a scene with the Doctor making the kid clean it off.
The Bad Wolf reference in this episode is: A kid sprays BAD WOLF on the side of the TARDIS.
This episode originally aired on April 23, 2005, the thirtieth anniversary of William Hartnell
's death. Hartnell played the First Doctor in Doctor Who
from 1963 to 1966 and later reprised his role in "The Three Doctors
This episode (along with "Aliens of London" and "Dalek") was the first to be released onto the PSP's UMD format.
The Doctor: I think you'll find the Prime Minister is an alien in disguise, and... that’s never gonna work, is it?
Military Police Leader: (shakes his head) No
General Asquith: Under the jurisdiction of the Emergency Protocols, I authorize you to execute this man!
The Doctor: Uh well, now, yes, you see, ah, the thing is, if I was you, if I was going to, ah, execute someone by backing them against the wall, between you and me, little word of advice... don't stand them against the lift!
Joseph Green: Excuse me. Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?
The Doctor: That’s what I said.
Joseph Green: You’re making it up.
The Doctor: Oh, well, nice try. (offers the decanter to Harriet) Harriet, have a drink. I think you’re gonna need it.
Harriet Jones: You pass it to the left first.
The Doctor: Sorry.
Jackie Tyler: Got anything stronger?
Mickey Smith: No chance. I've seen you when you've had a few. This ain't time for a conga.
Jackie Tyler: We've gotta tell someone.
Mickey Smith: Who do we trust? For all we know, they've all got big bog monsters inside of 'em. I mean this is what he does, Jacks, that Doctor bloke. Everywhere he goes, death and destruction, and he's got Rose in the middle of it.
Jackie Tyler: Has he got a great big green thing inside of him then?
Mickey Smith: I wouldn't put it past him. But like it or not, he's the only person who knows how to fight these things.
Mickey Smith: You’re safe in my flat, Jacks. No-one’s gonna look for you here, especially since you hate me so much.
Jackie Tyler: You saved my life. God, that’s embarrassing.
Rose: Can we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?
Harriet Jones: You’re a very violent young woman.
Harriet Jones: Well, the British Isles can’t gain access to atomic weapons without a special resolution from the UN.
Rose: Like that’s ever stopped ‘em.
Harriet Jones: Exactly, given our past record. And I voted against that, thank you very much. The codes have been taken out of the government’s hands and given to the UN. Is it important?
The Doctor: Everything’s important.
Harriet Jones: If we only knew what the Slitheen wanted. Listen to me, I’m saying "Slitheen" like it’s normal.
Jackie Tyler: So what's that website then?
Mickey Smith: All the secret information known to mankind, you see they've know about aliens for years, they just kept us in the dark.
The Doctor: Mickey, you were born in the dark!
Jackie Tyler: Well, I’ve got a question, if you don’t mind. Cos since that man walked into our lives, I have been attacked in the streets. I have had creatures from the pits of Hell in my own living room and my daughter disappear off the face of the earth.
Rose: I told you what happened.
Jackie Tyler: I’m talking to him! Cos I’ve seen this life of yours, Doctor, and maybe you get off on it and maybe you think it’s all clever and smart, but you tell me... just answer me this... is my daughter safe?
Rose: I’m fine.
Jackie Tyler: Is she safe? Will she always be safe? Can you promise me that?
The Doctor: You get the codes, release the missiles… but not into space, there’s nothing there. You attack every other country on earth. They retaliate. Fight back. World War Three. Whole planet gets nuked.
Margaret Blaine: And we can sit through it safe in our spaceship waiting in the Thames. Not crashed, just parked. Barely two minutes away.
Harriet Jones: But you’ll destroy the planet. This beautiful place. What for?
The Doctor: Profit. That’s what the signal is beaming into space. An advert.
Margaret Blaine: Sale of the century. We reduce the Earth to molten slag then sell it. Piece by piece. Radioactive chunks, capable of powering every cut-price star-liner and budget cargo ship. There’s a recession up there, Doctor. People are buying cheap. This rock becomes raw fuel.
The Doctor: At the cost of five billion lives.
Margaret Blaine: Bargain.
Joseph Green: Victory...should be naked!
The Doctor: Mickey the Idiot, the world is in your hands.
Rose: My mother's cooking.
The Doctor: Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.