"Yorkshire, 1893". At last they're telling us up front when and where they're setting the show.
Big tough Victorian Englishman... sees one Silurian and keels over in a dead faint.
"How shall she find the Doctor?" "All she needs to do is ignore all the 'Keep out!' signs..."
Big tough Victorian Englishman... sees one Sontaran. *thud*
... And yet another faint. This one's deliberate, though, and done to create a distraction.
"I think I have seen these symptoms before. A long time ago." "How long?" "Sixty-five million years."
It's taking the Doctor a long time to actually show up in the episode this week.
... And so he does. That's a new way of making an entrance...
"Horse! You have failed in your mission!"
"Time for a plan." "No, this one's on me!"
"There's trouble at t'mill" ... That line has been threatening to be said all night.
That flask of red whatever looks a lot lighter than anything I'd call 'crimson'. If that was stamp printing ink I'd probably be calling it 'vermilion'.
"I'm the Doctor, you're nuts and I'm trying to stop you."
Awwww, it's a little baby chest-burster.
"You hag! You perfidious hag! You virago! You harpy!" ... See there, teenagers? That's how you let loose a stinging stream of insults without slacking off and just reciting all the obscenities you know, no matter how inappropriate.
"Put down your weapon, human female!"