Лиз и Йен, что же вы делаете-то

“‘He’s very clever, actually,’ Sladen adds with a smile. 'I would be standing at rehearsals a bit bored, and Ian would be doing either the Times crossword or something like measuring how many times he would have to put one foot in front of the other to get to Hong Kong. I’m actually very jealous of Ian’s abilities as a writer.’
Ian: Oh, come on.
Lis: No, I feel things. But words…I can think of lovely ideas, but I need to write them down gramatically.
Ian: Didn’t you tell me the other day that you wrote a story?
Lis: I wrote a little thriller thing. In it I’m to find out who committed the murder. The plot has to do with a dance, and all the clues are in the way the movements were going.
Ian: That’s wonderful. That’s not silly.
Lis: Maybe Ian will rewrite it and we’ll all star in the film.
Ian: I think you musn’t hide your light under a bushel.
Lis: I glow very darkly.”
— Elisabeth Sladen and Ian Marter in an interview from 1980, being more adorable than a pair of platonic friends married to other people should be.
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“It was about eight o'clock when the bell rang one night. Sadie had just gone down, Brian was working at the Bristol Old Vic and I was shattered. Oh God, who’s that? I thought.
And it was Ian. It says a lot for how much I loved him that he didn’t get the door slammed in his face. He was as happy and bubbly as ever but he’d changed quite a bit during my pregnancy. He’d bulked up a lot at the gym, which I didn’t think was very healthy for an acute diabetic, but he wasn’t there to talk about himself - he was just desperate to get a peep at Sadie.
‘Oh, Ian, she’s just gone down!’
'Let me pop in, Lis, I’d love to see her.’
You’ve never seen such a big man creep so silently. He was up there for quite a few minutes, just watching Sadie sleep - I loved him for that.”
— Elisabeth Sladen: The Autobiography

[Elisabeth Sladen on the second to last time she saw Ian Marter before he died]
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