Posted 2 years ago
Posted 3 years ago

Christina: What’s your name?

The Doctor: The doctor

Christina: name not rank

The Doctor: the doctor

Christina: Surname?

The Doctor: the doctor

Christina: you’re called the doctor?

The Doctor: yes i am

Christina: that’s not a name that’s a psychological condition

Posted 3 years ago

Donna: You’re not saying much.
The Doctor: No, it’s just— It’s a funny old life. In the TARDIS.
Donna: You don’t want me.
The Doctor: I’m not saying that.
Donna: But you asked me. Would you rather be on your own?
The Doctor: No. Actually no. But. The last time, with Martha—like I said, it got complicated. And that was all my fault. I just want a mate.
Donna: You just want to mate?!
The Doctor: I just want a mate.
Donna: Well you’re not mating with me, sunshine!
The Doctor: A mate! I just want a mate.
Donna: Well it’s just as well, because I’m not having any of that nonense. I mean you’re just a long streak of… nothing! Alien nothing.
The Doctor: There we are then.

Posted 3 years ago

Donna: Oh my god! I don’t believe it! You’ve even got the same suit! Don’t you ever change?
The Doctor: Yeah, thanks Donna. Not right now. Just like old times!

Posted 3 years ago

Doctor:”I want you to tell your men to run away. Those words. Run away. I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run-Away. I want children laughing outside your door, cause they’ve found the house of Colonel Run-Away. And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love!…is in any way a good idea, I want you to tell them your name. Oh, look! I’m angry. That’s new. I’m really not sure what’s going to happen now.”

Posted 3 years ago

Not a speech, just for the chills it sends up the spine.

Posted 3 years ago

The Doctor: Ah! Now. Sorry. There you are. So, where were we? I was summoned, wasn’t I. An Ood in the snow, calling to me. Well, I didn’t exactly come straight here; had a bit of fun y’know: traveled about, did this and that, got into trouble, you know me. It was brilliant! I saw the phosphorous carousel of the great Mingelinga Stat, saved a planet from the red carnivorous mor, named a galaxy Alison. Got married! That was a mistake. Good Queen Bess. And let me tell you, her nickname is no longer… mmm. Anyway, what do you want? 
Ood Sigma: You should not have delayed. 
The Doctor: Last time I was here you said my song would be ending soon, and I’m in no hurry for that. 
Ood Sigma: You will come with me. 
The Doctor: Hold on, better lock the TARDIS. 
The Doctor: See? Like a car. I l-locked it like a car. That’s… funny. No? Little bit? *pbbbt* Blimey, try to make an Ood laugh. 

The Doctor: So how old are you now, Ood Sigma? Ah. Magnificent! Oh come on, that is. Splendid. You’ve achieved all this in how long?
Ood Sigma: One hundred years.
The Doctor: Then we’ve got a problem. Because all of this is way too fast. Not just the city, I mean your ability to call me. Reaching all the way back to the 21st century. Something’s accelerating your species way beyond normal.
Ood Sigma: And the mind of the Ood is troubled.
The Doctor: Why? What’s happened?
Ood Sigma: Every night, Doctor. Every night we have bad dreams.

Posted 3 years ago

"There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes."

Posted 3 years ago

Wilfred Mott: I’m sorry. Look, just leave me. 
The Doctor: Okay, right then, I will. 
The Doctor: ‘Cause you had to go in there, didn’t you? You had to go in there and get stuck, oh yes. ‘Cause that’s who you are, Wilfred. You were always this, waiting for me, all this time. 
Wilfred Mott: No, really, just leave me. I’m an old man, Doctor. I’ve had my time. 
The Doctor: Well, exactly, look at you, not remotely important. But me… I could do so much more. 
The Doctor: So much more! 
The Doctor: But this is what I get. My reward. 
The Doctor: But it’s not fair! 
The Doctor: Ohhh… I’ve lived too long. 
Wilfred Mott: No. No, no, please, please don’t. No, don’t, don’t, please don’t… please! 
The Doctor:Wilfred, it’s my honor. 
The Doctor: Better be quick… three… two… one. 

Posted 3 years ago

Rose: Am I ever going to see you again?
The Doctor: You can’t