Doctor Who (TV Series)
World War Three (2005)
Penelope Wilton: Harriet Jones
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Quotes
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Slitheen : Who are you, if not human?
Harriet Jones : Who's not human?
Rose Tyler : He's not human.
Harriet Jones : He's not human?
The Doctor : Can I have a bit of hush?
Harriet Jones : Sorry.
The Doctor : [to Slitheen]
The Doctor : So what's the plan?
Harriet Jones : [in soft voice, to Rose] But he's got a Northern accent!
Rose Tyler : [just as soft] Lots of planets have a North.
The Doctor : I said hush!
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Slitheen : Aaaaahhh, Excuse me? Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?
The Doctor : Is that what I said?
Slitheen : You're making it up!
The Doctor : Oh well, nice try. Harriet,
[offers Harriet Jones the decanter]
The Doctor : Have a drink. I think you're gonna need it.
Harriet Jones : You pass it to the left first.
The Doctor : Sorry.
[hands it to Rose]
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The Doctor : Right! If we're gonna find their weakness we need to know where they're from. Which planet. So judging by their body shape that narrows it down to about 5,000 planets in travelling distance. Now what else do we know? Information!
Rose Tyler : They're green.
The Doctor : Yep, Narrows it down.
Rose Tyler : Good sense of smell.
The Doctor : Narrows it down.
Rose Tyler : They can smell adrenaline.
The Doctor : Narrows it down.
Harriet Jones : The pig technology.
The Doctor : Narrows it down.
Rose Tyler : The spaceship in the Thames; you said slipstream engine.
The Doctor : Narrows it down.
Mickey Smith : [cut to Mickey facing the door; Sip Slitheen knocks out the mail slot] It's getting in!
[see Sip cutting through the door with his claw]
Rose Tyler : They hunt like it's a ritual.
The Doctor : Narrows it down.
Rose Tyler : Wait a minute! 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!
Rose Tyler : We're getting there, Mum!
Mickey Smith : Too late!
[Sip Slitheen growls, see the door cracking apart]
The Doctor : 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.
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Harriet Jones : Voice mail dooms us all.
