The Lamp

Supreme Dalek Reveals its Plan

Resurrection of the Daleks

Doctor Who

Hmm. Oh, Agent Starling....

You think you can dissect me

with this blunt little tool?

You're so ambitious, aren't you?

You know what you look like 

to me with your good bag 

and those cheap shoes?

You look like a rube —

a well-scrubbed, hustling rube

with a little taste.

Good nutrition's given you

some length of bone,

but you're not more 

than one generation

from poor white trash,

are you, Agent Starling?

And that accent you've 

tried so desperately

to shed ? Pure West Virginia.

What does your father do?

Is he a coal miner?

Does he stink of The Lamp?

And, oh, how quickly 

The Boys found you ?

All those tedious, sticky 

fumblings in the back seats 

of cars while you could only 

dream of getting out, 

getting anywhere,

getting all the way 

to The efF-Bee-Eye.....

You see a lot, Doctor --

But are you strong enough to point

that high-powered perception at yourself?

What about it? Huh? Why don't you ?

Why don't you look at yourself

and write down what you see?

Or maybe you're afraid to.

(The sliding Food-

tray slams closed)

A census-taker once tried to Test me --

I ate his liver with some fava beans,

and a nice Chianti; uhf-uhf-uhf-uhf-fff --

You fly back to school now, little Starling.

Fly, fly, fly --

Fly, fly, fly --

Fly, fly, fly --