Doctor Who: The Nightmare of Black Island

Lewis Carroll. He was an odd one. Real name was Charles Lutwidge Dodgson. Completely denied having anything to do with the Alice books. Daft as a brush. You'd have liked him!

How come "burbled" gets to be in the Oxford English Dictionary but "tulgy" doesn't? Hm?

Of course, the machinery was also operating on similar frequencies to the TARDIS, so there's a possibility that she had a hand in it somewhere...' 'The TARDIS...' Rose looked at him quizzically. 'Yeah, well, she does like to...interfere sometimes.' 'Right. I wonder where she gets that from.

I'll tell you one thing. Being with you keeps a girl fit.' The Doctor beamed breathlessly at her. 'Fun to be with and good for you. Gotta be just what the doctor ordered.

Gonna have to give myself a mental enema when we get back to the TARDIS.

You remember that friend of mine, the Doctor?" Ali nodded. "Well, he's an expert on monsters. Sorts 'em out all the time." "Really?" "Really. He gives THEM nightmares.

The Doctor closed his eyes as the razor claws reached out through the rain, waiting for the killer blow. It never came. He opened one eye cautiously. The creature was staring at its claws, turning them this way and that. It looked down at the Doctor. ‘I think I chipped a nail.’ The Doctor blinked. ‘I’m sorry?’ ‘A nail. Look.’ It held out a claw. ‘And that head. Do you think it’s going to be fattening? You never know with foreign food, do you?

It surprises me that the planet has survived so long. Do you know that they actively encourage their young to make war a game? Their culture is riddled with it. Toy pistols, toy rifles, toy grenades, war comics, action figures that hold knives and swords. Even when they avoid war, the young of this planet are exposed to horror comics, monsters under the bed, bogeymen, vampires and werewolves. Their nursery stories are full of demons and goblins and witches and kidnapped children.