[The TARDIS materializes outside a country estate.]
[Stepping out of the TARDIS] Ah! Smell that air! Grass and lemonade! And a little bit of mint. Just a hint of mint. Must be the 1920s.
You can tell what year it is just by smelling?
Or, maybe, that big vintage car coming up the drive gave it away.
It's a murder, a mystery and Agatha Christie!
So? Happens to me all the time.
I know but isn't that a bit weird? Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders, not really. That's like meeting Charles Dickens surrounded by ghosts at Christmas!
Oh come on! It's not like we could drive across country and find Enid Blyton having tea with Noddy! Could we? Noddy's not real—is he? Tell me there's no Noddy!
[Reverend Golightly is exposed as the Vespiform and Lady Edison's lost son]
GGolightly
Well... this has certainly been a most entertaining evening. Really, you can't believe any of this, surely, Lady Edizzon?
GGolightly
[agitated] Lady Edizzzzzon...
Little bit of buzzing there, Vicar?
GGolightly
Don't make me angry...!
GGolighty
Dammit! You humanzzzzz, worshipping your tribal sky-godzzzz! I am so much more! That night, the universe exploded in my mind! I wanted to take what wazzzz mine! And, you, Agatha Christie, with your railway station bookstore romancezzzz, what'zzzz to stop me killing you?
ELady Edison
[close to tears] Oh, my dear God, my child...!
GGolighty
What'zzzz to stop me killing you all?!
[He fully transforms into his giant wasp form]
ELady Edison
[trying to embrace him] Forgive me!
CCurbishley
[pulling her back] No, no, Clemency, come back! Keep away. Keep away, my darling...!
ACAgatha Christie
[holds up the Firestone] No! No! No more murder! If my imagination made you kill, then my imagination will find a way to stop you, foul creature!