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Which house?
Foul Carrionite spectres,
Pretty well dressed for a hitchhiker.
Reminds me of a Sycorax.
There's something I'm missing, Martha.
When?
So, tell me of Freedonia, where women can be doctors, writers, actors.
Well, that's just cheating.
You should know. You stand on this stage,
The ladies have prepared a show.
Copy it, hand it around, learn it, speak it.
but I suppose we could stay a bit longer.
I don't know how to tell you this, O Great Genius,
Like a spell, like a code. Love's Labour's Won, it's a wea pon!
You've got to tell me. Where were they?
It's just a story.
Not least of all, this land of Freedonia where a woman can be a doctor.
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And he starts fading away... Oh, my God, am I going to fade?
And who would die first, hmm?
I need to talk to the police.
I don't think much of sequels, they're never as good as the original.
and now I name thee, Martha Jones.
You and Miss Jones are just across the landing.
Hey, nonny, nonny!
Hello! Excuse me. Not interrupting, am I? Mr Shakespeare, isn't it?
Now, you might call that magic, I'd call that a DNA replication module.
- I haven't even got a toothbrush. -Ooh, um...
It's like your police box. Small, wooden box with all that power inside.
Oh, my mothers.
I get centre stage.
I've only got one heart working!
Then he will know death. He will perish at my hand.
You've got to let her go!
It's curious, her name has less impact.
Very clever, that proves it.
- I didn't know, I'm sorry. -Made me question everything.
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
- That would be bad. -Yeah, yeah.
From a mind like no other.
A spirit stirs the ether.
Else we'll end up in Bedlam ourselves.
- What did you do? -I named her.
You don't rush a genius.
Martha, you don't want to know. It just does. Hold on tight!