Do Nothing (So Long as It's The Right Sort of Nothing)

Tom : 

Never mind the clipboard, 

short the cables.

(The Doctor gives Romana the manacles.)

Tom : 

Drain the main power line. 

Earth it to The Ladder.

ROMANA: 

I know. I've done it.

(Rorvik lets The Doctor go and heads 

for the ladder to undo the damage.)

Tom : 

Biroc? What are 

you doing here?

BIROC: 

Nothing.

Tom : 

It's all right for you.

BIROC: 

And for You, Too : 

Do Nothing.

Tom : 

Do Nothing?

ROMANA: 

Of course, Doctor. 

Don't you see?

Tom: 

Yes, that's right. 

Do Nothing.

....if it's the right 

sort of Nothing.

(They join hands with Biroc and fade away. 

Rorvik has removed the manacles 

from the cable.)

RORVIK: 

Run, Doctor. Scurry off 

back to your blue box. 

You're like all the rest. 

Lizards when there's 

a man's work to be done. 

I'm sick of your kind. 

Faint-hearted, do-nothing, 

lily-livered deadweights. 

This is The End for all of you! 

I'm finally getting 

something done! 

Bwahahahaha!

You know, I'm thinking, Spencer. 

I'm thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, 

how he clearly hates my guts. 

But he is out there, right now, 

gathering shit for me to make sure 

I don't hurt any of the fine people 

that live here. 

He is swallowing His Hate and 
getting shit done. 

That takes guts.

-- Negan.

Negan

We're all Negan.

"Let's Get This Straight... 
Tyler [Durden] is Some 
Infectious Mental Virus ?"

"We Get it."

"Then How Can You Resolve Him?"

* *AUTHOR HESITATES* * 

** WUMP  **

"I Can't. 

Try Removing Santa Claus from The Cultural Landscape."

Negan: 
Pissin' our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close. 
Yep. Gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?

Simon: [points to Rick] 
It's this one. He's the guy.

Negan: [to Rick] 
Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. 

And I do not appreciate you killing my men. 

Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. 

Not cool. 

Not cool! 

You have no idea how not cool that shit is, but I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. 

Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. [smiles] 

Yes you are. 

You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the New World Order.

And the New World Order is this, and it's really very simple so even if you're stupid which you very may well be, you can understand it. 

You ready? 

Here it goes, pay attention. 

[aims his baseball bat at Rick] 

Give me your shit... 

or I will kill you. 

Today was career day. 

We invested a lot so you could know who I am and what I can do. 

You work for me now. 

You have shit, you give it to me; that's your job. 

Now, I know that is a mighty, big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will! 

You ruled the roost. 

You built something. 

You thought you were safe. 

I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. 

Not even close. 

In fact, you are pegged. 

More pegged if you don't do what I want and what I want is half your shit. 

And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more and it'll even out sooner or later. 

This is your way of life now. 

The more you fight back, the harder it will be. 

So, if someone knocks on your door... heh, you let us in. 

We own that door. 

You try to stop us and we will knock it down. 

You understand? 

[holds his ear up to Rick] 

What? No answer? 

You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now did you? 

I don't wanna kill you people. 

Just wanna make that clear from the get go. 

I want you to work for me.

You can't do that if you're dead, now can you? 

I'm not growing a Garden. 

But you killed my people, a whole damn lot of them; more than I'm comfortable with. 
And for that, for that you're gonna pay. 

So now... I'm gonna beat the holy hell outta one of you. 

[shows Rick his baseball bat] 

This, this is Lucille. 
And she is awesome. 

All this, all this is so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor. 

[looks at Abraham] 

Huh. God, I gotta shave this shit. 

[walks over to Carl] 

You got one of our guns. Yeah, you got a lot of our guns. Shit kid. Lighten up. Least cry a little. 

[chuckles; walks over to Maggie]

Jesus! You look shitty! 
Let's just put you out of your misery right now.



Glenn Rhee: 
[attemps to stop Negan] 
No! No!

[Glenn is violently restrained and held at gunpoint by Dwight]

Maggie Greene: 
Stop it!

Negan: 
Nope. 

Nope, get him back in line.

Glenn Rhee: 
[dragged back in line]
 No! No... Don't... don't...


Negan: [smiles] 
All right, listen. 

Don't any of ya do that again. 

I will shut that shit down, no exceptions. 

First one's free. 

It's an emotional moment. 

[smiles to Glenn] 

I get it. 

[to Rick] 

Sucks, don't it? 
Moment you realize you don't know shit. 

[looks at Carl] 

This is your kid, right? 

[chuckles] 

This is definitely your kid.

Rick Grimes: 
So stop this!

Negan: 
Hey! 
Do not make me kill the little future serial killer; don't make it easy on me. 

I gotta pick somebody. 

Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order.

[walks alone the line-up; whistling] 

I simply cannot decide. 

I got an idea. 

[points Lucille at each victim] 
Eeny. Meeny. Miny. Moe. 

Catch. 

A tiger. By. His toe. If. 

He hollers. 

Let him go. 

My mother. Told me. To pick. The Very. Best. One. 

And you. Are... 

[makes his choice] 

It. 

Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. 
You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. 
Hell, you're all gonna be doing that. 

[violently strikes his victim over the head] 

Woah! Look at that! 
Taking it like a champ. 

[continues to beat his victim]