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Originally Posted by Demdike@Cult Labs  As far as i'm aware the Brig had just seen The Living Daylights and decided all milk men were rum sorts probably working for foreign powers. |
(The guards raise the barrier for the familiar milk float, but it is a very old man with glasses and moustache driving.) GUARD: Where's the other bloke?
DOCTOR: Oh the poor boyo is taken very sick. Something he ate, his mam said.
GUARD: Who are you, then?
DOCTOR: Me, oh, I'm his Da. I mean, they told me I was too old to take over, they did, but I've been doing this milk round, oh, fifty-three years, wet or fine, didn't I. Oh, there's life in the old dog yet. Ah, I was only saying to Rosie up at the Red Dragon. A big fine strapping girl she is
GUARD: Look, I haven't got time to listen to you blathering. Just get on in.
DOCTOR: Thank you.
GUARD: Yes, and you.