- Dr. Who: Yes, now there really is a point there, isn't there? If I stole from you, my lord Chamberlain, how could I steal from him?
- Ben Daheer: You did! You did steal from me!
- Dr. Who: Then how could I steal from him, eh? You blockhead!
- Chamberlain: Oh please! Please! Now I had the clothes first.
- Dr. Who: Oh, how nice for you.
- Ben Daheer: And I had them second.
- Vicki: Did you buy them?
- Ben Daheer: Yes.
- Vicki: From us?
- Ben Daheer: No.
- Dr. Who: Then whoever it was stole them from you must have sold them to you. Now, don't you agree, hmm?
- Dr. Who: Our young friend is a woman, Sire. Have pity. Let us help her.
- Vicki: [meekly] Please, Your Majesty.
- Richard the Lionheart: [now fuming] Understand this! This woman can rot in one of Saladin's prisons until her hair turns white before I'll trade with the man that killed my friends!
- Richard the Lionheart: [tapping his sword on each of Ian's shoulders] In the name of God, St. Michael, and St. George, we dub you Sir Ian, Knight of Jaffa. Arise Sir Ian and be valiant.
- [holds out his hand and Ian kisses it]
- Ian Chesterton: Your majesty.