Tom Baker: Doctor Who

City of Death: Part One

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Romana: [looking at the green bracelet the Doctor stole from a woman in the gallery] It's a micromeson scanner.
The Doctor: That's right. She was using it to get a complete report on all the alarm systems around the Mona Lisa.
Romana: Do you mean she was trying to steal it?
The Doctor: It is very a pretty painting.
Romana: It's a very sophisticated device for a level five civilisation.
The Doctor: That? That's never the product of Earth's civilisation.
Romana: Do you mean an alien's trying to steal the Mona Lisa?
The Doctor: It is a very pretty painting.

[Two men with guns have just forced the Doctor to hand over the green bracelet]
Romana: Are you all right?
The Doctor: Yes, I'm just relaxing and enjoying Paris.
Duggan: All right, that's enough. Very cleverly staged, but you don't fool me.
The Doctor: What are you talking about?
Duggan: Your men who were in here just now.
The Doctor: My men? Those thugs?
Duggan: Your thugs.
The Doctor: Are you suggesting those men were in my employ?
Duggan: Yes.
The Doctor: I don't know if you noticed but he was pointing a gun at me. Anyone in my employ who behaved like that, I'd sack him on the spot.

The Doctor: [on the Eiffel Tower] Nice, isn't it?
Romana: Yes, marvellous.
The Doctor: Marvellous. Absolutely.
Romana: Absolutely marvellous.
The Doctor: Well, I think it's marvelous.
Romana: So do I. Though it's not quite as you described it.
The Doctor: Really? How did I describe it?
Romana: Well, you said it was nice.
The Doctor: It's the only place in the Universe where one can relax entirely.
Romana: Mmm... That bouquet!
The Doctor: What Paris has, it has an ethos... a life... It has...
Romana: A bouquet?
The Doctor: A spirit all of its own. Like a wine, it has...
Romana: A bouquet.
The Doctor: It has a bouquet. Yeah. Like a good wine. You have to chose one of the vintage years, of course.
Romana: What year is this?
The Doctor: Ah, well... well, it's 1979, actually. More of a table wine, shall we say? Ha! A randomizer is a useful device, but it lacks true discrimination. Shall we sip it and see?
Romana: Oh, I'd be delighted. Should we take the lift or fly?
The Doctor: Let's not be ostentatious.
Romana: All right, let's fly, then.
The Doctor: That would look silly. We'll take the lift, come on.

Romana: Where are we going?
The Doctor: Are you talking philosophically or geographically?
Romana: Philosophically.
The Doctor: Then we're going to lunch. I know a little place that does a wonderful bouillabaisse. Do you like bouillabaisse?
Romana: Mmm, bouillabaisse, yum-yum.

The Doctor: Don't move! You might spoil a priceless work of art.
Romana: What?
The Doctor: That man over there. Don't look.
Romana: What's he doing?
The Doctor: Shh...
Romana: [whispering] What's he doing?
The Doctor: He's sketching you.
Romana: Is he?
[she turns around, the artist grumpily crumples the sketch up and throws it to the floor and leaves]
The Doctor: I told you not to look.
Romana: I just wanted to see.
The Doctor: It's too late. He's gone now.
Romana: Pity, I wonder what he thought I looked like.
The Doctor: Well, he threw it down there. Let's have a look...

The Doctor: You and I exist in a special relationship to time, you know. Perpetual outsiders.
Romana: Don't be so... portentous.

Romana: Well, at least on Gallifrey we can capture a good likeness. Computers can draw.
The Doctor: What? Computer pictures... You sit in Paris and talk of computer pictures? Listen, I'll take you somewhere and show you some real paintings painted by real people.
Romana: What about the time slip?
The Doctor: Never mind about the time slip. We're on holiday. Come on!

The Doctor: You know, I think something very funny's going on. You remember that man that was following us?
Romana: Yes.
The Doctor: Well, he's standing behind me, poking a gun in my back.

[In the Lourve, the Doctor experiences another strange sensation of time repeating itself. He staggers and collapses and a crowd gathers]
Duggan: All right, stand back. Stand back, everybody, stand back. Are you all right, sir?
[the Doctor tries to stand up and bumps his head into the man's torso]
The Doctor: Yes. I just dented my head on your gun, that's all.
Romana: Don't take any notice of him. He's just having one of his funny turns.
The Doctor: One of my funny turns? The whole world took a funny turn.

The Doctor: There we are, the Louvre. One of the greatest art galleries in the whole galaxy.
Romana: Nonsense! What about the Academia Stellaris on Sirius Five?
The Doctor: What? Oh no. No, no.
Romana: Or the Solarian Pinaquotheque at Strikian?
The Doctor: Oh, no, no.
Romana: Or the Braxiatel Collection?
The Doctor: No, no, no, no, no, no. This is the gallery. The only gallery in the known universe which a picture like...
[cut to inside the gallery]
The Doctor: The Mona Lisa.
Romana: It's quite good.
The Doctor: Quite good? That's one of the great treasures of the universe and you say quite good?
Romana: The world, Doctor, the world.
The Doctor: What are you talking about?
Romana: Not the universe in public, Doctor. It only calls attention.
The Doctor: I don't care. It's one of the great treasures of the universe!
Romana: Shh.
The Doctor: I don't care, let them gawp, let them gape. What do I care?