MrTim Ben. Psst, Ben! Ben, wake up and sign the damn Declaration!	gleeb He can travel through time, but contact lenses and radial keratotemy elude him.	MrTim He's regenerating into a D&D troll!
MrTim "You can't leave at the end of this story, my dear, I need your, your . . . " "Pussy, Doctor?"	MrTim "Yes, yes, all her parts are in working order. Seven hundred pounds, just as I said in the advertisement. Right. I'll tell her to go round your house at the end of the story!"	GlitterRock "I... I I I I'm sorry, but I can't hear you. Speak up, hm." / **"I said, Put the phone to your ear, you old fart!"**
MrTim "Going to the Old West to take care of a toothache! What was I thinking?!"	GlitterRock .oO ...Having my companion give me a handjob .... why didn't I think of this EARLIER?? ...Oo.	TheLurker "Yo yo yo, this is tha Doc, keepin it real in the hood! For shizzle my nizzle, hmm?"
gleeb "No! From the diaphragm! Project!"	gleeb Read between the lines, WOTAN!	GlitterRock "Don't you sass ME, Dodo!" (smack)
MrTim Jackie's narcolepsy finally got so bad they had to write her out of the show.	MrTim There's that damn black triangle, still stalking the Doctor.	GlitterRock "Uh sir, those are ladies' frames. The section with men's glasses is over this way..."