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Twelfth Doctor

fictional character from Doctor Who
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This page is a collection of quotations from the era of the twelfth official incarnation of the Doctor from the BBC science fiction television programme Doctor Who, portrayed by Scottish actor Peter Capaldi.

I am not a good man! And I'm not a bad man. I am not a hero, and I'm definitely not a president — and, no, I'm not an officer! You know what I am? I… Am… an idiot! With a box and a screwdriver, passing through, helping out, learning.

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Recurring phrasesEdit

"Pudding brain"
In "Deep Breath" (x2)
In "Robot of Sherwood"
In "Flatline" (x3)
In "Face the Raven" (said by Rigsy)
"Shut up!"
In "Deep Breath"
In "Listen"
In "Time Heist"
In "The Caretaker"
In "Dark Water"
In "Death in Heaven"
In "Last Christmas"
In "Face the Raven"
In "The Return of Doctor Mysterio"
In "The Pilot"
In "World Enough and Time"

2013 specialsEdit

 
Kidneys! I've got new kidneys! I don't like the colour.

The Day of the DoctorEdit

(23 November 2013)
The General: I didn't know when I was well off. All twelve of them!
Androgar: No, sir. [Another TARDIS flies into view] All thirteen! [The Twelfth Doctor's hand and eyes appear.]

The Time of the DoctorEdit

(25 December 2013)
[The Doctor has regenerated]
The Doctor: Kidneys! I've got new kidneys! I don't like the colour.
Clara: Of your kidneys? [The TARDIS starts shaking] What's happening?!
The Doctor: We're probably crashing. Oh!
Clara: Into what?!
The Doctor: [pressing buttons] Stay calm! Just one question… Do you happen to know how to fly this thing?

Series 8Edit

Deep Breath [8.1]Edit

(23 August 2014)
The Doctor: [to Strax] Come on, Clara, you know that I speak Dinosaur.
Clara: He's not Clara. I'm Clara!
The Doctor: Well, you're very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels.

The Doctor: Who invented this room?!
Clara: Doctor, please, you have to lie down.
The Doctor: It doesn't make sense. Look, it's only got a bed in it. Why is there only a bed in it?
Clara: Because it's a bedroom. It's for sleeping in.
The Doctor: Okay, what do you do when you're awake?
Jenny: You leave the room.
The Doctor: So you've got a whole room for not being awake in? But what's the point? You're just missing the room. And don't look in that mirror. It's absolutely furious.
Clara: Doctor, please. You have to lie down, you keep passing out.
The Doctor: Well, of course I keep passing out. There's all these beds.

The Doctor: [runs to a door, opens it] Door. Boring. Not me. [runs to a window, opens it, manic grin] Me!

Barney: I don't like it.
The Doctor: What?
Barney: Your face!
The Doctor: Well, I don't like it either! It's all right up to the eyebrows, then it just goes haywire! Look at the eyebrows. These are attack eyebrows. You can take bottle tops off with these!
Barney: They are mighty eyebrows, indeed, sir.
The Doctor: They're cross! They're crosser than the rest of my face. They're independently cross! They probably want to cede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows! Oh, that's Scots… I am Scottish. Haven't I? I've gone Scottish?
Barney: Yes, you are. You are definitely Scots, sir. I… I hear it in your voice.
The Doctor: Oh, no, that's good. [he practices the 'oh' sound] It's good I'm Scottish. I'm Scottish. I am Scottish. I can complain about things, I can really complain about things.

The Doctor: Look… [shows Barney a newspaper clipping about the recent "spontaneous combustion" case] Spontaneous combustion.
Barney: What devilry is this, sir?
The Doctor: I don't know, but I'd probably blame the English.

The Doctor: [confronting the Half-Faced Man] This is your power source. And feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like. And that includes karaoke and mimes, so take no chances.

The Doctor: [to Clara] You're great on adrenaline. [to the Half-Faced Man] And you're out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak.
Clara: I am not a control freak!
The Doctor: Yes ma'am.

The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend.
Clara: I never thought you were.
The Doctor: I never said it was your mistake.

The Doctor: [to Clara] You can't see me, can you? You… you look at me and you can't see me. Do you have any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here. Standing in front of you. Please, just… Just see me.

Into the Dalek [8.2]Edit

 
You asked me if you were a good man. And the answer is, I don't know. But I think you try to be. And I think that's probably the point.
The Doctor: Wow, a molecular nano-scaler!
Journey: You know what it does, then?
The Doctor: It miniaturises living matter. What's the medical application, though? Do you shrink the surgeons so they can climb inside the patients?
Morgan: Exactly.
The Doctor: Fantastic idea for a movie. Terrible idea for a proctologist.

The Doctor: This is Clara. Not my assistant. She's… er… some other word.
Clara: I'm his carer.
The Doctor: Yeah, my carer. She cares so I don't have to.

Journey: Okay, listen up. Now, do not hold your breath when the nanoscaler engages. You’ll feel like you want to, but you must keep breathing normally during the miniaturisation process.
Clara: Why?
The Doctor: Ever microwave a lasagna without breaking the film on top?
Clara: It explodes.
The Doctor: Don't be lasagna.

"Rusty" the Dalek: Victory is yours. But it does not please you.
The Doctor: You looked inside me, and you saw hatred. That's not victory. Victory would've been a good Dalek.
"Rusty" the Dalek: I am not a good Dalek. You are a good Dalek.

Clara: [to the Doctor] You asked me if you were a good man. And the answer is, I don't know. But I think you try to be. And I think that's probably the point.

Robot of Sherwood [8.3]Edit

(6 September 2014)
The Doctor: Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks, Clara.
Clara: What about you?
The Doctor: Me?
Clara: Yeah. You. You stop bad things happening every minute of every day. That sounds pretty heroic to me.
The Doctor: [modestly] Just passing the time.

The Doctor: You're not serious.
Robin: [amused] I'm many things, sir, but I'm never that. Robin Hood laughs in the face of all. Ha ha ha!
The Doctor: And do people ever punch you in the face when you do that?
Robin: Not as yet.
The Doctor: Lucky I'm here, then, isn't it?

The Doctor: Listen to me. It doesn't have to end like this. Shut it all down, return Clara to me and I'll do what I can.
Sheriff of Nottingham: I don't have Clara.
The Doctor: Robin's one of yours.
Sheriff of Nottingham: What did you say?
The Doctor: He's one of your tin-headed puppets, just like these brutes here.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Robin Hood is not one of mine.
The Doctor: Of course he is. He's a robot, created by your mechanical mates.
Sheriff of Nottingham: Why would they do that?
The Doctor: To pacify the locals, give them false hope. He's the opiate of the masses.
Sheriff of Nottingham: [scoffs] Why would we create an enemy to fight us? What sense would that make? That would be a terrible idea.
The Doctor: Yes! [frowns, considering this] Yes, it would… Wouldn't it? Yes, that would be a rubbish idea! Why would you do that? [stops] But he can't be… He's not real… He's a legend!
Robin: Too kind! And this legend does not come alone. (Clara pops up next to him and waves)
Clara: Hiya!

Robin: So, is it true, Doctor?
The Doctor: Is what true?
Robin: That in the future I am forgotten as a real man. I am but a legend.
The Doctor: I'm afraid it is.
Robin: Hmm… Good. History is a burden. Stories can make us fly.
The Doctor: I'm still having a little trouble believing yours, I'm afraid.
Robin: Is it so hard to credit? That a man born into wealth and privilege should find the plight of the oppressed and weak too much to bear… until one night he is moved to steal a TARDIS? Fly among the stars, fighting the good fight? Clara told me your stories.
The Doctor: [irritated] She should not have told you any of that.
Robin: Well, once the story started, she could hardly stop herself. You are her hero, I think.
The Doctor: I'm not a hero.
Robin: Well neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be — ha ha — perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end. [they shake hands] Goodbye, Doctor, Time Lord of Gallifrey.
The Doctor: Goodbye, Robin Hood, Earl of Loxley.
Robin: And remember, Doctor… I'm just as real as you are.

Listen [8.4]Edit

 
Logically, if evolution were to perfect a creature whose primary skill were to hide from view, how could you know it existed? It could be with us every second and we would never know. How would you detect it? Even sense it?
(13 September 2014)
The Doctor: Listen! Question: Why do we talk out loud when we know we're alone? Conjecture: because we know we are not. Evolution perfects survival skills. There are perfect hunters. There is perfect defense. Question: Why is there no such thing as perfect hiding? Answer: How would you know? Logically, if evolution were to perfect a creature whose primary skill were to hide from view, how could you know it existed? It could be with us every second and we would never know. How would you detect it? Even sense it? Except in those moments when, for no clear reason, you choose to speak aloud. What would such a creature want? What would it do?

The Doctor:[to Rupert] Are you scared? The thing on the bed, whatever it is… Look at it, does it scare you?
Rupert: Yes.
The Doctor: Well, that's good. Want to know why that's good?
Rupert: Why?
The Doctor: Let me tell you about scared. Your heart is beating so hard -- I can feel it through your hands! There's so much blood and oxygen pumping through your brain, it's like rocket fuel. Right now, you could run faster and you could fight harder. You can jump higher than ever in your life. And you are so alert, it's like you can slow down time. What's wrong with scared? Scared is a super power! It's your super power! There is danger in this room, and guess what? It's you. Do you feel it? [Rupert nods. The Doctor nods at the creature on the bed] Think he feels it? Do you think he's scared? [Rupert shakes his head] [mockingly] Nah. Loser.

The Doctor: Lovely view out this window.
Clara: Yeah. Come and see all the… dark.
The Doctor: That deep and lovely dark. We'd never see the stars without it.

The Doctor: What's that in the mirror? Or the corner of your eye?
What's that footstep following, but never passing by?
Perhaps they're all just waiting, perhaps when we're all dead,
Out they'll come a-slithering from underneath the bed.

Clara: Listen… This is just a dream. But very clever people can hear dreams. So please, just listen. I know you're afraid, but being afraid is alright. Because didn't anybody ever tell you that fear is a superpower? Fear can make you faster and cleverer and stronger. And one day, you're going to come back to this barn, and on that day, you are going to be very afraid indeed. But that’s ok. Because if you’re very wise, and very strong, fear doesn't have to make you cruel or cowardly… fear can make you kind. It doesn't matter if there’s nothing under the bed or in the dark, so long as you know it's ok to be afraid of it. So, listen. If you listen to nothing else, listen to this. You're always going to be afraid, even if you learn to hide it. fear is like… a companion. A constant companion, always there. But that's ok. Because fear can bring us together. Fear can bring you home. I'm going to leave you something, just so you’ll always remember… fear makes companions of us all.

Time Heist [8.5]Edit

(20 September 2014)
The Doctor: Don't be so pessimistic. It'll affect team morale.
Saibra: What? And getting us blown up won't?
The Doctor: Only very, very briefly.

Psi: I still don't get why you're in charge.
The Doctor: Basically, it's the eyebrows.

[After Saibra has seemingly been killed]
Clara: Are you OK?
The Doctor: No. I'm an amnesiac robbing a bank, why would I be OK?
Clara: Because of Saibra.
The Doctor: What? Saibra is dead. We're alive. Prioritise if you want to stay that way.
Psi: Oh, is that why you call yourself the Doctor? The professional detachment?
The Doctor: Listen, when we're done here, by all means, you go and find yourself a shoulder to cry on. You'll probably need that. Until then, what you need is me!

Clara: I've just realised I'm going out for another meal now.
The Doctor: Don't worry. Calories consumed on the TARDIS have no lasting effect.
Clara: Wha… Are you kidding?!
The Doctor: Of course I'm kidding. It's a time machine not a miracle worker.

The Doctor: Robbin' a bank. Robbin' a whole bank. Beat that for a date.

The Caretaker [8.6]Edit

(27 September 2014)
Clara: Are there aliens in this school?
The Doctor: Listen, it's lovely talking to you, but I've really got to get on. I'm the caretaker, now. Look, I've got a brush.
Clara: Doctor. Is there an alien in this school?
The Doctor: Yes, me. Now go. The walls need sponging, and there's a sinister puddle.

Clara: What's that?
The Doctor: A scanner. I'm scanning. Why do I keep you around?
Clara: Because the alternative would be developing a conscience of your own. Scanning for what?
The Doctor: Any alien technology in this vicinity should show up. I used to have a teacher exactly like you.
Clara: You still do. Pay attention.

Courtney: What's in the box? It's not really a policeman, is it?
The Doctor: You want to know what's in that box? I'll tell you what's in that box! It's a Time Machine! It also travels in space! And it usually contains a man who just wants to get on with his work of preventing the end of the world — but keeps on getting interrupted by boring little humans!
Courtney: Cool! So that's really a spaceship!
The Doctor: I'm serious. I'm trying to save this planet.
Courtney: End of the world for me tonight whatever you do. Parent's evening.
The Doctor: Is your name really Disruptive Influence?
Courtney: Courtney Woods. Can I go in space?
The Doctor: I'll let you know. I may have a vacancy. But not right now.

The Doctor: That is really, really brilliant. How can you think I'm her dad when we look exactly the same age?
Clara: We don't look the same age
The Doctor: I was being kind.

Danny: You're using her like a decoy?
The Doctor: No, not like a decoy, as a decoy.

Kill the Moon [8.7]Edit

(4 October 2014)
Clara: Tell me what you knew, Doctor, or I'll smack you so hard you'll regenerate.
The Doctor: I knew that eggs are not bombs. I know they don't usually destroy their nests. Essentially what I knew was: you would always make the best choice. I had faith that you'd always make the right choice.
Clara: Honestly, d'you have music playin' in your head when you say rubbish like that?
The Doctor: It wasn't my decision, I told you.

Clara Oswald: Shut up! I am so sick of listening to you!
The Doctor: Well, I didn't do it for Courtney. I didn't know what was going to happen. D'you think I'm lying?
Clara: I don't know. I don't know! If you didn't do it for her, I mean… D'know what? It was cheap. It was pathetic. No, no, no, it was patronising! That was you patting us on the back, saying "You're big enough to go to the shops yourself now. Go on, Toddle along".
The Doctor: No, that was me allowing you to make a choice about your own future. That was me… respecting you.
Clara: Oh my god, really? Was it? Yeah, well respected is not how I feel! [Clara sobs]
The Doctor: Right, OK.
Clara: I nearly didn't press that button! I nearly got it wrong. That was you, my friend, making me scared… Making me feel like a bloody idiot.
The Doctor: Language.
Clara: Oh, don't you ever tell me to mind my language! Don't you ever tell me to take the stabilisers off my bike! And don't you dare lump me in with the rest of all the little humans that you think are so tiny and silly and predictable! You walk our Earth, Doctor, you breath our air, you make us your friend. That is your moon, too, Doctor, and you can damn well help us when we need it!
The Doctor: I was helping.
Clara: What, by clearing off?
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: Yeah? Well, clear off! Go On! Get back in your lonely… your lonely bloody TARDIS, and you don't come back — and you don't come back.
[Clara storms towards the doors]
The Doctor: Clara! Clara!
Clara: You go away. And you don't come back. OK? You go a long way away.

Mummy on the Orient Express [8.8]Edit

(11 October 2014)
The Doctor: You're doing it again.
Clara: Doing what?
The Doctor: You're smiling.
Clara: Yes, I'm smiling.
The Doctor: It's the sad smile. It's a smile but you're sad. It's like two emotions at once. It's like you're malfunctioning.

The Doctor: [To himself] It's nothing. Nothing. Definitely. Sure. Ninety-nine percent sure. Really? Ninety-nine percent? That's quite high. Is that the figure you're sticking with? OK, OK, Seventy-Five. Well, that's jumped quite a bit. You've just lost twenty-four percent.

The Doctor: Hello. I am the Doctor, and I will be your victim this evening. Are you my mummy?

The Doctor: I couldn't risk Gus finding out my plan and stopping me.
Clara: So you were… pretending to be heartless?
The Doctor: Would you like to think that about me? Would that make it easier? I didn't know if I could save her. I couldn't save Quell, I couldn't save Moorhouse. There was a good chance that she'd die too. At which point… I would have just moved on to the next… and the next, until I beat it. Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones, but you still have to choose.

Flatline [8.9]Edit

(18 October 2014)
Fenton: Are we really running away from Killer Graffiti? This is insane!
The Doctor: I agree, we've got to think of a better name for them than that.

The Doctor: [confronting the monsters] I tried to talk. I want you to remember that. I tried to reach out. I tried to understand you, but I think that you understand us perfectly. And I think that you just don't care! And I don't know whether you're here to invade, infiltrate or just replace us. I don't suppose it really matters now. You are monsters! That is the role you seem determined to play, so it seems that I must play mine: the man that stops the monsters. I'm sending you back to your own dimension. Who knows? Some of you may even survive the trip. And if you do, remember this: You are not welcome here! This plane is protected! I am the Doctor, and I name you the Boneless!

The Doctor: [To Rigsy] Your last painting saved the world. I can't wait to see what you do next.

In the Forest of the Night [8:10]Edit

 
We are here. Here always since the beginning and until the end.
 
After your wars are over, we will still be here. We are the Life that prevails.
 
What? Coronal ejections, geomagnetic storms, how often do you get a playlist like that?
(25 October 2014)
Maebh: [Sprites suddenly appear] They're lovely! They don't like it when you're holding them. They want you to let them go.
The Doctor: Who are they?
Sprites: [through Maebh] We are here. Here always since the beginning and until the end.
The Doctor: Here, that's it?
Sprites: We are the green shoots that grow between the cracks. The grass that grows over the mass graves. After your wars are over, we will still be here. We are the life that prevails.
The Doctor: Why now? Why are you here now?
Sprites: We hear the call and we come. As we came before to the great north forest, where we lie still in the great circle, as we came to the vast southern forest.
The Doctor: Who's calling you now?
Sprites: The sun that creates, the sun that destroys. You are hurting us, let us go.
The Doctor: You sent for me. The girl came looking for me. Why? Why me?
Sprites: We did not… send… pain, did not send for you. We don't know you. We were here before you, and we'll be here after you.

Clara: This really is gonna happen, isn't it?
The Doctor: Stars implode, planets grow cold, catastrophe is the metabolism of the universe. I can fight monsters, I can't fight physics.
Clara: Why would trees want to kill us? We love trees.
The Doctor: You've been chopping them down for furniture for centuries. If that's love, no wonder they're calling down fire from the heavens.
Clara: But we saw the future. Lots of futures. Earth's futures.
The Doctor: They're about to be erased.
Clara: If you can't save them all, save what you can. TARDIS. It's a lifeboat, isn't it? Not everybody has to die.

Clara: So, trip to space, anyone?
Ruby: I want my mum.
Boy: I slightly want my mum too.
Clara: Tell them, Mr. Pink, what an educational opportunity…
Danny: You… You go. This… this is enough for me.
Clara: What? Coronal ejections, geomagnetic storms, how often do you get a playlist like that?
Danny: I was a soldier. I put myself at risk. I didn't try too hard to survive but somehow, here I am. And now I can see what I nearly lost and it's enough. I don't want to see more things, I want to see the things that are in front of me more clearly. There are wonders here, Clara Oswald. Bradley saying "please", that's a wonder. One person is more amazing… harder to understand, but more amazing than universes.
Clara: Really? What person is that, then? [They kiss]

The Doctor: It’s the human superpower: forgetting. If you remembered how things felt, you’d have stopped having wars. And stopped having babies.

Dark Water [8.11]Edit

(1 November 2014)
Clara: You're going to help me?
The Doctor: Well, why wouldn't I help you?
Clara: Because what I just did. I--
The Doctor: You betrayed me. You betrayed my trust, you betrayed our friendship, you betrayed everything I ever stood for. You let me down!
Clara: Then why are you helping me?
The Doctor: Why? Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?

Missy: Hello. I hope you're well. How may I assist you with your death?
The Doctor: Well, there is, er, no immediate hurry. We're just, er. We're just…
Clara: Browsing.
Doctor: Yeah, yeah, browsing.
Missy: Please, take all the time you need. At 3W, you always have the rest of your life.
Doctor: Oh, good. That's good to know, Clara, isn't it?
Clara: Yeah. Great.
Doctor: Exactly what is 3W?
Missy: Apologies. Clearly you have not received the official 3W greetings package.
Doctor: Well, you know, it's just an unexpected—
Missy: [Missy lunges at the Doctor, pushing him against the wall, kissing him intently. The Doctor grabs the wall for support. Missy kisses his nose thrice and steps back.] Welcome to the 3W institute.
Doctor: Clara, is it over now?
Clara: I think it's over, yeah.
Missy: You also have not received the official welcome package. [Leans in to Clara]
Clara: Oh, I'm good, thanks. No worries.

Missy: My heart is maintained by the Doctor.
The Doctor: Doctor who?
Missy: [yelling] Dr Chang!

Dr Chang: White noise off the telly. We've all heard it. A few years ago, Dr Skarosa, our founder, did something unexpected: he played that noise through a translation matrix of his own devising. This is a recording of what he heard.
[Chang plays the white noise, revealing it to be many human voices]
Clara: Okay, people, voices…
The Doctor: So what?
Dr Chang: Over time, Dr Skarosa became convinced these were the voices of the recently departed. He believed it was a telepathic communication from the dead.
The Doctor: Why, was he an idiot?
Dr Chang: He was able to isolate some of the voices, hear what they were saying.
The Doctor: So, an idiot, then?
Clara: Shut up, Doctor.
Dr Chang: What I'm about to play for you will change your life, and not for the better. These are the three words that caused Dr Skarosa to set up institutes like one, all over the world, to protect the dead. If you'd rather not hear these words, there's still t–
The Doctor: [exasperated] Can you just hurry up, please? Or I'll hit you with my shoe.
[Chang plays the voice]
Voice: [repeating] Don't cremate me… don't cremate me…
Dr Chang: There is one simple, horrible possibility that has never occurred to anyone throughout human history.
Clara: [horrified] Don't say it.
Dr Chang: The dead remain conscious. The dead remain fully aware of everything that is happening to them.

Missy: You know the key strategic weakness of the human race? The dead outnumber the living.
The Doctor: Who are you?
Missy: Oh, you know who I am. I'm Missy.
The Doctor: Who's Missy?
Missy: [groans in irritation] Please, try to keep up. Short for "Mistress". Well, couldn't very well keep calling myself the Master, now could I?

Death in Heaven [8.12]Edit

(8 November 2014)
Kate Lethbridge-Stewart: [to the Cybermen] Afternoon. You've picked a lovely day for it. My, don't you look shiny? [to the Doctor] Haircut?
The Doctor: Bit of a trim.
Kate: Might want to do your roots. [motions to a soldier to take Missy] The woman. [to the Cybermen] Kate Stewart: divorcee, mother of two, keen gardener, outstanding bridge player. Also, Chief Scientific Officer of the Unified Intelligence Taskforce, who currently have you surrounded.
Cyberman: Human weaponry is not effective against Cyber technology.
Kate: Sorry, you left this behind on one of your previous attempts. [throws down a damaged Cyberman head.] So, now that I have your attention, welcome to the only planet on the universe where we get to say this: He's on the payroll.
The Doctor: Am I?
Kate: Well, technically.
The Doctor: How much?
Kate: Shush. [to the Cybermen] Any questions?

The Doctor: Pain is a gift. Without the capacity for pain, we can't feel the hurt we inflict.

The Doctor: I am not a good man! And I'm not a bad man either. I'm not a hero. I'm definitely not a president, and no, I'm not an officer. You know who I am? I… am… an idiot! With a box and a screwdriver. Passing through. Helping out. Learning. I don't need an army. I never have. Because I've got them, always them, because love is not an emotion. Love is a promise, and he will never hurt her. P.E., catch! [Tosses the control bracelet to Danny before turning to Missy] You didn't notice, did you? While you were doing all your silly orders, while you were showing off, the one soldier not obeying?

The Doctor: [realises the cyberman is the Brigadier] Of course… the Earth's darkest hour and mine. Where else would you be? [Salutes] Thank you.

Series 9Edit

Last Christmas [9.X]Edit

(25 December 2014)
The Doctor: Do you know what the big problem is in telling fantasy and reality apart?
Ashley: What?
The Doctor: They're both ridiculous.

The Doctor: [to Shona] You missed a killer question.
Shona: Sorry, what?
The Doctor: [to Santa] How'd you get all the presents in the sleigh?
Santa: Bigger on the inside.

The Doctor: There's a horror movie called Alien? That's really offensive. No wonder everyone keeps invading you!

Santa: You are deep inside this dream, alright. And it is a shared mental state so it is drawing power from the multi-consciousness gestalt which has now formed telepathically—
The Doctor: No! No, no, no! Line in the sand! Santa Claus does not do the scientific explanation!
Santa: Oh. As the Doctor might say, "Aw, it's all a bit dreamy-weamy."
The Doctor: Why don't you just go and make a naughty list.
Santa: I have, mate, and you're on it.
The Doctor: Don't give me that look. You're supposed to be all warm and friendly and cheerful.
Santa: Oh yeah, look at your great bedside manner.
The Doctor: Don't be so hostile!
Clara: Doctor, behave.

The Doctor: You know what I hate about the obvious?
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Missing it!

The Doctor: The TARDIS is outside
Clara: So?
The Doctor: So all of time and all of space is sitting out there. A big blue box. Please don't even argue.

The Magician's Apprentice [9.1]Edit

(19 September 2015)
The Doctor: Your chances of survival are about one in a thousand. So here's what you do. You forget the thousand, and you concentrate on the one.

Missy: Okay, cutting to the chase. Not dead. Back. Big surprise. Never mind.

The Doctor: Now, you lotǃ I have been here all day, and it's been a great dayǃ
Borsː You've been here for three weeksǃ
The Doctor: [softly] Three weeks? It must be nearly bedtime. [shouting to the crowd] Well, we've partied! [The crowd cheers] Yes! I helped you dig a well, with a first-class, child-friendly visitor centre! I've given you some top-notch maths tuition in a fun, but relevant way! And I have also introduced the word "dude" several centuries early! Let me hear you!
Crowdː Dude!
The Doctor: Are you a Renaissance…?
Crowdː Dude!
The Doctor: Are you a medieval…?
Crowdː Dude!
The Doctor: I am a dragon-slaying…?
Crowdː Dude!
The Doctor: We are all the young…?
Crowdː Dudes!

The Doctor: Skaro! You've brought me to Skaro.
Davros: Where does an old man go to die, but with his children?

[Clara is surrounded by Daleks]
Davros: See how they play with her. See how they toy. They want her to run. They need her to run. Do you feel their need, Doctor? Their blood is screaming, "kill, kill, kill"! Hunter and prey, held in the ecstasy of crisis. Is this not life at its purest? [Clara runs]
Dalek: Exterminate! Exterminate! [the Daleks fire, Clara screams and vanishes as the death rays hit her]
The Doctor: Why have I ever let you live?
Davros: Compassion, Doctor. It has always been your greatest indulgence. Let this be my final victory. Let me hear you say it, just once. Compassion is wrong.

The Witch's Familiar [9.2]Edit

(26 September 2015)
[Having just survived being fired upon by Daleks, the Doctor sits calmly in Davros' chair, sipping a cup of tea.]
The Doctor: Now, the real question is: Where did he get the cup of tea? Answer: I'm the Doctor. Just accept it.
Dalek Supreme: You are unharmed.
The Doctor: Proposition. Davros is an insane, paranoid genius who has survived among several billion trigger-happy mini-tanks for centuries. Conclusion? I'm definitely having his chair.

The Doctor: There's no such thing as the Doctor. I’m just a bloke in a box telling stories. I didn’t come here because I'm ashamed. A bit of shame never hurt anyone. I came… because you're sick and you asked. And because sometimes, on a good day, if I try very hard… I’m not some old Time Lord who ran away. I'm the Doctor.
Davros: Compassion, then.
The Doctor: Always.

Davros: Did I do right, Doctor? Tell me… was I right? I need to know, before the end. Am I a good man?
The Doctor: You really are dying, aren't you?
Davros: Look at me. Did you doubt it?
The Doctor: Yes.
Davros: Then we have established one thing only.
The Doctor: What?
Davros: You are not… a good doctor. [After a moment, the Doctor laughs, and Davros laughs with him.]

The Doctor: Dalek Supreme, your sewers are revolting.

The Doctor: Come on. I'll take you home.
Young Davros: Which side are you on? Are you the enemy?
The Doctor: I'm not sure if any of that matters. Friends. Enemies. So long as there is mercy. Always mercy.

Under the Lake [9.3]Edit

(3 October 2015)
The Doctor: So who's in charge now? I need to know who to ignore.

The Doctor: (to Pritchard) It's okay, I understand. You're an idiot.

The Doctor: So, we are fighting an unknown homicidal force that has taken the form of your commanding officer and a cowardly alien, under water, in a nuclear reactor. Anything else I should know? Someone with a peanut allergy or something?

[Inside the TARDIS, Clara takes off her jacket and heads for the door to go back out into the danger.}
The Doctor: Whoa! Whoa-ho-ho-ho-ho! Where do you think you're going?!
Clara: Out there. Where the action is.
The Doctor: Look, um…
Clara: What?
The Doctor: Oh, this is my own fault. I like adventures as much as the next man, if the next man is a man who likes adventures. Even so, don't… Don't go native.
Clara: What do you mean? I'm not.
The Doctor: Look, there's a whole dimension in here (spreads his hands out, indicating the TARDIS), but there's only room for one… me.
Clara: Wait… wait a second. You just raved about ghosts like a kid who had too much sherbet.
The Doctor: Do you know what you need? You need a hobby.
Clara: Oh, I really don't.
The Doctor: Or, even better, another relationship. Come on, you lot, you're bananas about relationships. You're always writing songs about them, or go to war, or gettin' tattooed.
Clara: Doctor. I'm fine.
The Doctor: I just… felt that I — I had to say something.
Clara: I know, and I appreciated it.
The Doctor: 'Cause I've got a duty of care.
Clara: (bemused) Which you take very seriously, I know.
The Doctor: So can I stop now?
Clara: Please. Please do.

The Doctor: Every time I think it couldn't get more extraordinary, it surprises me. It's impossible. I hate it. It's evil. It's astonishing. I want to kiss it to death.

Before the Flood [9.4]Edit

(10 October 2015)
The Doctor: [speaking to the audience] So, there's this man, he has a time machine. Up and down history he goes — zip, zip, zip, zip, zip — getting into scrapes. Another thing he has is a passion for the works of Ludwig van Beethoven. Then, one day, he thinks, "What's the point in having a time machine if you don't get to meet your heroes?" So, off he goes to 18th Century Germany, but he can't find Beethoven anywhere. No one's heard of him. Not even his family have any idea who the time traveller is talking about. Beethoven literally doesn't exist. This didn't happen, by the way. I've met Beethoven. Nice chap. Very intense. Loved an arm wrestle. No, this is called the bootstrap paradox. Google it. The time traveller panics. He can't bear the thought of a world without the music of Beethoven. Luckily, he'd brought all of his Beethoven sheet music for Ludwig to sign. So, he copies out all the concertos and the symphonies, and he gets them published. He becomes Beethoven. And history continues with barely a feather ruffled. [turns on his amplifier and puts on his electric guitar] My question is this: who put those notes and phrases together? Who really composed Beethoven's Fifth? [he plays the opening notes to Beethoven's Fifth on his guitar]

The Doctor: This isn't a potential future. This is the future now. It's already happened. The proof is right there in front of you. I have to die.
Clara: No. You can change things.
The Doctor: I can't. Even the tiniest change, the ramifications could be catastrophic. It could spread carnage and chaos across the universe like ripples on a pond. Oh, well, I've had a good innings. This regeneration, it's a bit of a clerical error anyway. I've got to go sometime.
Clara: Not with me! Die with whoever comes after me. You do not leave me.

...

The Doctor: Listen to me. We all have to face death eventually, be it ours or someone else's.
Clara: I'm not ready yet. I don't want to think about that, not yet.
The Doctor: I can't change what's already happened. There are rules.
Clara: So break them. And anyway, you owe me. You've made yourself essential to me. You've given me something else to, to be. And you can't do that and then die. It's not fair. No, Doctor, I don't care about your rules or your bloody survivor's guilt. If you love me in any way ... you'll come back.

The Fisher King: Time Lords. Cowardly, vain curators who suddenly remembered they had teeth and became the most warlike race in the galaxy. But you… You! You are curious. You've seen the words too, I can hear them tick inside you. But you are still locked in your history, still slavishly protecting time. Willing to die, rather than change a word of the future.

The Fisher King: You will be a strong beacon. How many ghosts can I make of you?
The Doctor: You know you've got a lot in common with the Tivolians? You'll both do anything to survive. They'll surrender to anyone. You will hijack other peoples' souls and turn them into electro-magnetic projections. That will to endure… That refusal to ever cease. It's extraordinary. And it makes a fella think! Because, you know what? If all I have to do to survive is to tweak the future a bit, what's stopping me? Oh! yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah: the ripple effect. Maybe it will mean that the universe will be ruled by cats or something in the future. But the way I see it, even a ghastly future is better than no future at all! You robbed those people of their deaths; made them nothing more than a message in a bottle. You violated something more important than time: You bent the rules of life and death. So I am putting things straight! Here, now, this is where your story ends!

The Doctor: That's the thing about knowing you're going to die: You've got nothing left to lose!

The Doctor: Right, That's it. I've erased the memory of the writing. But, you might find you've lost a couple of other memories, too. Y'know, like people you went to school with or previous addresses or how to drink liquids.

The Girl Who Died [9.5]Edit

(17 October 2015)
The Doctor: People talk about premonition as if it's something strange. It's not. It's just remembering in the wrong direction.

The Doctor: Winning is all about looking happier than the other guy.

The Doctor : [to Clara] I'm sick of losing people. Look at you, with your eyes, and your never giving up, and your anger, and your kindness. One day, the memory of that will hurt so much that I won't be able to breathe, and I'll do what I always do. I'll get in my box and I'll run and I'll run, in case all the pain ever catches up. And every place I go, it will be there.

The Doctor: I'm the Doctor, and I save people. And if anyone happens to be listening, and you've got any kind of a problem with that, to hell with you!

The Doctor: It won't stop, the repair kit I put inside Ashildr, not ever. It'll just keep fixing her.
Clara: Well, good.
The Doctor: I'm not sure, but it's entirely possible she has lost the ability to die.
Clara: The ability?
The Doctor: Oh, dying's an ability, believe me. Barring accidents, she may now be functionally immortal.
Clara: If the repair kit never stops working, then why did you give her two?
The Doctor: Immortality isn't living forever, that's not what it feels like. Immortality is everyone else dying. She might meet someone she can't bear to lose. That happens… I believe.

The Woman Who Lived [9.6]Edit

(24 October 2015)
Ashildr: I call myself Me. All the other names I chose died with whoever knew me. Me is who I am now.

The Doctor: Kill me.
Leandro: Why?
The Doctor: If you intend any harm to this planet or its people, then killing me is by far your best move.
Leandro: You invite your own death?
The Doctor: No. I just want you to attack first. Then my conscience is clear.
Leandro: Of what?
The Doctor: You.

The Doctor: Why should I be responsible for you?
Ashildr: You made me immortal!
The Doctor: I saved your life. I didn't know that your heart would rust because I kept it beating. I didn't think your conscience would need renewing, that the well of human kindness would run dry. I just wanted to save a terrified young woman's life.
Ashildr: You didn't save my life, Doctor. You trapped me inside it.

Ashildr: Enemies are never a problem. It's your friends you have to watch out for.

The Doctor: People like us, we go on too long. We forget what matters. The last thing we need is each other.

The Zygon Invasion [9.7]Edit

(31 October 2015)
Kate Stewart: You left us with an impossible situation, Doctor.
The Doctor: Yeah, it's called peace.

The Doctor: [points to the question marks on Osgood's lapel] Oh, I see you've accessorized it.
Osgood: Yes.
The Doctor: The old question marks.
Osgood: You used to wear question marks.
The Doctor: Oh, I know, yes, I did.
Osgood: They were nice. Why don't you wear them anymore?
The Doctor: Oh, I do. I've got question mark underpants.
Osgood: Makes one wonder what the question is.

The Doctor: Which one are you? Human or Zygon?
Osgood: I don't answer that question.
The Doctor: Why not?
Osgood: Because there is no question to answer. I don't accept it. My sister and I were the living embodiment of the peace we made. I will give all the lives that I have to protect it. You want to know who I am, Doctor? I am the peace. I am human and Zygon.
The Doctor: Like a hybrid.
Osgood: A hybrid? If you like.
The Doctor: Well, I'm proud to know you, Osgood. And I promise that I won't tell anyone… that you're a human. Zygons need to keep the human original alive to refresh the body print. If you were a Zygon, you'd have changed back within days of your sister's death.
Osgood: Those were the old rules. Before Zygons could pluck loved ones from your memory and wear their faces. Zygons only need to keep the original alive if they need more information from them. If the interrogation is over… then the original can die.

The Zygon Inversion [9.8]Edit

(7 November 2015)
The Doctor: London! What a dump.
Osgood: London's OK.
The Doctor: No it's not, it's a dump.
Osgood: You spend an awful lot of time here, considering it's a dump.
The Doctor: I spend an awful lot of time being kidnapped, tortured, shot at, and exterminated. Doesn't mean I like it.

The Doctor: What is it that you actually want?
Bonnie: War.
The Doctor: Ah. Ah, right. And when this war is over, when you have a homeland free from humans, what do you think it's going to be like? Do you know? Have you thought about it? Have you given it any consideration? Because you're very close to getting what you want! What's it going to be like? Paint me a picture. Are you going to live in houses? Do you want people to go to work? Will there be holidays? Oh! Will there be music? Do you think people will be allowed to play the violin? Who's going to make the violins? Well? Oh, you don't actually know, do you? Because, like every tantrumming child in history, Bonnie, you don't actually know what you want! So let me ask you a question about this brave new world of yours. When you've killed all the bad guys and when it's all perfect and just and fair, when you have finally got it exactly the way you want it, what are you going to do with the people like you? The troublemakers? How are you going to protect your glorious revolution… from the next one?
Bonnie: We'll win.
The Doctor: Oh, will you? Well, maybe. Maybe you will win! But nobody wins for long. The wheel just keeps turning. So come on. Break the cycle.

The Doctor: This is a scale model of war! Every war ever fought, right there in front of you! Because it's always the same! When you fire that first shot, no matter how right you feel, you have no idea who's going to die! You don't know whose children are going to scream and burn! How many hearts will be broken! How many lives shattered! How much blood will spill until everybody does what they were always going to have to do from the very beginning: Sit — down — and — talk!

The Doctor: I just want you to think. Do you know what thinking is? It's just a fancy word for changing your mind!
Bonnie: I will not change my mind.
The Doctor: Then you will die stupid. Alternatively, you could step away from that box, you can walk right out of that door and you could stand your revolution down.
Bonnie: No. I'm not stopping this, Doctor. I started it, I will not stop it. You think they'll let me go, after what I've done?!
The Doctor: You're all the same, you screaming kids, you know that? "Look at me, I'm unforgivable." Well, here's the unforeseeable: I forgive you! After all you've done… I forgive you.
Bonnie: You don't understand. You will never understand.
The Doctor: I don't understand? Are you kidding? Me? Of course I understand. I mean, d'you call this a war, this funny little thing? This is not a war! I fought in a bigger war than you will ever know! I did worse things than you could ever imagine, and when I close my eyes… I hear more screams than anyone could ever be able to count! And do you know what you do with all that pain? Shall I tell you where you put it? You hold it tight… till it burns your hand, and you say this: No one else will ever have to live like this! No one else will have to feel this pain! Not on my watch!

Sleep No More [9.9]Edit

(14 November 2015)
Nagata: So what happened?
The Doctor: From the beginning of time? That’s a very long story.

The Doctor: Even I sleep.
Clara: When?
The Doctor: Well, when you're not looking.

Clara Oswald: We have to go after them!
The Doctor: Don't be ridiculous.
Clara Oswald: Doctor!
Nagata: They're under my command: I owe it to them.
The Doctor: To die? They wouldn't thank you for that. Nor you, Clara. "To die, to die, Glamis hath murdered sleep, therefore Cawdor shall sleep no more. Macbeth shall sleep no more."
Nagata: What?
The Doctor: Shakespeare. He really knew his stuff. They all did: The ancients, the poets. All those sad songs, all those lullabies. Sleep is essential to every sentient being in the universe. But to humans — greedy, filthy, stupid humans? It's an inconvenience… to be bartered away!

Clara Oswald: What now? We can't stay in here. We're going to freeze to death. And we can't go back out there because the Sandmen will get us.
The Doctor: Sandmen?
Clara Oswald: Yeah, it's a good name. It fits, like the song. #Bom, bom, bom.#
The Doctor: No, you don't get to name things. I'm the Doctor. I do the naming.
Clara Oswald: Alright, Sorry.
The Doctor: It's like the Silurians all over again.
Clara Oswald: Okay, well, what would you prefer then? The Dustmen?
The Doctor: [beat] Sandmen.

Rasmussen: Hello again! Thing is, you see, this message, this testament, it wasn't just my alibi. It was my plan. There are no spores, no infection. The Morpheus process remains the same. An electronic signal that affects the sleep centers of the brain. Changes them. An electronic signal that's contained in this recording. [Static flicker] There it is. Tickles, doesn't it? I've just got time to fit this bit in and then I can finish the story, and then I'm going to transmit this footage to the whole Solar System. I do hope you've enjoyed the show. I did try to make it exciting. All those scary bits. All those death-defying scrapes, monsters, and a proper climax with a really big one at the end! Compulsive viewing. I did tell you not to watch. [Rubs his eye and dust falls out, leaving a hole where the eye should be. He then starts speaking in a deeper, slower voice] There's nothing left of Rasmussen any more. Only us. Only us. You will show this film to your family, won't you? And your friends. And everyone, really. Then we can all be together, dust to dust. Excuse me, you've got something there, [points to the top left corner of the screen] just in the corner of your eye. [laughs as he crumbles to pieces, then the cathode ray screen goes black, with just a small fading dot of light in the centre]

Face the Raven [9.10]Edit

(21 November 2015)
The Doctor: [Looking at a baby] Did you make this Human?

The Doctor: If you want your extremities to stay attached, stand absolutely still. If not, we can provide a small bag. You can take them home at the end.

The Doctor: [to Ashildr] Fix this. Fix it now.
Ashildr: It's not possible. I— I can't.
The Doctor: Yes, it is. You can, and you will, or this street will be over. I'll show you and all your funny little friends to the whole laughing world. I'll bring UNIT, I'll bring the Zygons. Give me a minute, I’ll bring the Daleks and the Cybermen. You will save Clara, and you will do it now, or I will rain hell on you for the rest of time!
Clara: Doctor, stop talking like that.
Ashildr: You can't.
The Doctor: I can do whatever the hell I like. You read the stories. You know who I am! And in all that time, did you ever hear anything about anyone who stopped me?
Ashildr: I know the Doctor. The Doctor would nev—
The Doctor: The Doctor is no longer here! You are stuck with me! And I will end you and everything you love.
Clara: Doctor, for God's sake, will you stop?!
The Doctor: No!
Clara: I did this, do you hear me? I did this. This is my fault.
The Doctor: I don't care.
Clara: Liar. You always care. Always have. Your reign of terror will end with the sight of the first crying child, and you know it!
The Doctor: No, I don't.
Clara: I do. Listen, if this is the last I ever see of you, please, not like this.

Clara: [to the Doctor] You. You listen to me. You're going to be alone now, and you're very bad at that. You're going to be furious, and you're going to be sad, but listen to me. Don't let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next, wherever she is sending you, I know what you're capable of. You don't be a warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor.
The Doctor: What's the point of being a Doctor if I can't cure you?
Clara: Heal yourself. You have to. You can't let this turn you into a monster. So, I'm not asking you for a promise. I'm giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no one else, here or anywhere, will suffer.
The Doctor: What about me?
Clara: If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave.

The Doctor: What Clara said, about not taking revenge. You know why she said that?
Ashildr: She was saving you.
The Doctor: I was lost a long time ago. She was saving you. I'll do my best. But I strongly advise you to keep out of my way. You'll find that it's a very small universe when I'm angry with you.

Heaven Sent [9.11]Edit

(28 November 2015)
The Doctor: As you come into this world, something else is also born. You begin your life and it begins a journey. Towards you. It moves slowly, but it never stops. Wherever you go, whatever path you take, it will follow. Never faster, never slower, always coming. You will run. It will walk. You will rest. It will not. One day, you will linger in the same place too long. You will sit too still or sleep too deep and when, too late, you rise to go, you will notice a second shadow next to yours. Your life will then be over.

The Doctor: If you think because she is dead that I am weak, then you understand very little. If you were any part of killing her, and you’re not afraid, then you understand nothing at all. So, for your own sake, understand this. I am the Doctor, I'm coming to find you, and I will never, ever stop.

The Doctor: I’ve finally run out of corridor. There's a life summed up.

The Doctor: Can't I just lose? Just this once? Easy. It would be easy. It would be so easy. Just tell them. Just tell them, whoever wants to know, all about the Hybrid.
[The Veil draws nearer down the corridor]
The Doctor: I can’t keep doing this. I can't… I can't always do this! It's not fair! Clara, it’s just not fair! Why can't I just lose?!
[He comes face to face with the blackboard, which has the word NO! written on it; Clara stands with her back to the Doctor]
The Doctor: But I can remember, Clara. You don't understand. I can remember it all. Every time.
[Clara has gone, but the writing remains: NO!]
The Doctor: And you'll still be gone. Whatever I do… you still won't be there.
[He sits on the steps, defeated and alone]
Clara: Doctor… you are not the only person who ever lost someone. It’s the story of everybody. Get over it. Beat it. Break free. [Clara's hand appears to rest on his cheek. He looks up to see her smiling at him] Doctor, it's time. Get up… off your arse… and win!

The Doctor: [while repeatedly punching the Azbantium wall in an attempt to break through it] The Hybrid is a very dangerous secret. A very, very dangerous secret and it needs to be kept! So I'm telling you nothing. Nothing at all. Instead, I'm going to do something far worse. I'm going to get out of here, and find whoever put me here in the first place, and whatever they're trying to do, I'm going to stop it! But it might take me a little while, so do you want me to tell you a story? The Brothers Grimm, lovely fellas. They're on my darts team. According to them, there's this emperor and he asks this shepherd's boy, "How many seconds in eternity?"
[20 million years in the future]
And the shepherd's boy says, "There's this mountain of pure diamond. It takes an hour to climb it and an hour to go around it!"
[52 million years in the future]
"Every hundred years, a little bird comes and sharpens its beak on the diamond mountain."
[Nearly a billion years in the future]
"And when the entire mountain is chiselled away, the first second of eternity will have passed!"
[Well over a billion years in the future]
You must think that's a hell of a long time.
[After a about 4.5 billion years]
Personally, I think that's a hell of a bird.

The Doctor: [To his Confession Dial] You can probably still hear me, so, just between ourselves, you've got the prophecy wrong. The Hybrid is not half Dalek. Nothing is half Dalek, the Daleks would never allow that. The Hybrid destined to conquer Gallifrey and stand in its ruins… is Me.

Hell Bent [9.12]Edit

(5 December 2015)
The Doctor: Nothing's sad till it's over. Then everything is.

Soldier: There was a saying, sir, in the Time War.
Rassilon: A saying?
Soldier: First thing you notice about the Doctor of War is he's unarmed. For many, it's also the last.

The Doctor: Stories are where memories go when they're forgotten.

Ohila: This is no time to play the fool.
The Doctor: It's the end of the universe! It's the only time I've got!

Ohila: You have gone too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by.
The Doctor: After all this time, after everything I've done, don't you think the universe owes me this?
Ohila: Owes you what? All you're doing is giving her hope.
The Doctor: Since when is hope a bad thing?
Ohila: Hope is a terrible thing on the scaffold.
[The Doctor departs in the TARDIS]
The General: Where can he run?
Ohila: Where he always runs. Away. Just away.

The Doctor: [losing memory of Clara] Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it's always funny.
Clara: No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye!
The Doctor: Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends.
Clara: Stop it! Stop! Stop it!
The Doctor: Never eat pears. They're too squishy and they always make your chin wet. That one's quite important. Write it down.
Clara: I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry.
The Doctor: It's OK. It's OK. I went too far. I broke all my own rules. I became the Hybrid. This is right. I accept it.
Clara: I can't. There has to be something I can do.
The Doctor: Smile for me. Go on. Clara Oswald… one last time.
Clara: How could I smile?
The Doctor: It's OK. Don't you worry. I'll remember it.

The Doctor: When something goes missing, you can always recreate it by the hole it left.

The Husbands of River Song [9.X]Edit

(25 December 2015)
Nardole: We weren't sure where you'd come down.
The Doctor: Sorry?
Nardole: In your capsule.
The Doctor: I'm never sure. I don't like being sure about things. One minute you're sure, the next, everyone tuns into lizards and a piano falls on your head.
Nardole: A piano?
The Doctor: It's been a long day.

River: You don't look much like your pictures.
The Doctor: Well, that's an ongoing problem for me.

The Doctor: Is it sad?
River: Why would a diary be sad?
The Doctor: I don't know, it's just that… you look sad.
River: It's nearly full.
The Doctor: So?
River: The man who gave me this was the sort of man who'd know exactly how long a diary you were going to need.
The Doctor: He sounds awful.
River: I suppose he is. I've never really thought about it.
The Doctor: Not somebody special then?
River: No. But terribly useful every now and then.

River: When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me! [She catches the Doctor's gaze, and the two look into each other's eyes]
The Doctor: Hello, sweetie.
River: You are so doing those roots.
The Doctor: What, the roots of the sunset?
River: Don't you dare.
The Doctor: I'll have to check with the stars themselves.
River: Oh shut up! I was just keeping them talking until it kicks off.

[The Doctor has just incapacitated Hydroflax's body with a portable bank transfer globe.]
The Doctor: [to a passenger] He had a bad day at the market. [leaves, then comes back] Sorry. I appreciate that wasn't really funny, but I couldn't help saying it.

The Doctor: So… Hydroflax
River: Oh. How many times? I married the diamond.
The Doctor: So you say.
River: Elizabeth I.
The Doctor: Ramone.
River: Marilyn Monroe!
The Doctor: Stephen Fry.
River: Cleopatra.
The Doctor: Same thing.

[At the Singing Towers of Darillium]
The Doctor: Times end, River, because they have to. Because there's no such thing as happy ever after. It's just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.
River: No, Doctor. You're wrong. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time. A little time. But that's not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?
The Doctor: Mmm. What do you think of the towers?
River: I love them.
The Doctor: Then why are you ignoring them?
River: They're ignoring me. But, then, you can't expect a monolith to love you back.
The Doctor: No, you can't. They've been there for millions of years, through storms and floods and wars and… time. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. It's probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance between both towers. Even the locals aren't sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair and the night is perfect… when you least expect it… but always… when you need it the most… there is a song.
River: So, assuming tonight is all we have left…
The Doctor: I didn't say that.
River: How long… is a night on Darillium?
The Doctor: 24 years.
River: [she gasps] I hate you.
The Doctor: No, you don't.

Series 10Edit

The Return of Doctor Mysterio [10.X]Edit

(25 December 2016)
The Doctor: Why do they call him "Spider-Man"? Don't they like him?
Young Grant: He was bitten by a radioactive spider, and guess what happened?
The Doctor: Radiation poisoning, I should think.
Young Grant: No. He got special powers.
The Doctor: What? Vomiting. Hair loss. And death. Fat lot of use.

The Doctor: With great power comes great responsibility. No 'man' worthy of the title leaves a baby alone.

Lucy Lombard: So, what powers do you have?
The Ghost: Well, basic flying. Basic super-strength.
Lucy: Basic X-ray vision?
The Ghost: Yep.
Lucy: Is that ever tempting?
The Ghost: Adolescence was difficult.
Lucy: In what sense?
The Ghost: It went on a lot longer.
Lucy: How much longer?
The Ghost: I'll let you know.

Lucy: Do you have a girlfriend? [The Ghost doesn't reply.] Boyfriend? [off The Ghost's look] Well, there has been speculation. You do fly around New York dress in rubber with a big 'G' on your chest.
The Ghost: Aren't we very slightly stereotyping here?
Lucy: I get it. There's some stuff you'd like to keep private.
The Ghost: Was it the mask that tipped you off?

Nardole: Oh. There's the smile. I don't like the smile.
The Doctor: The Sword of Damocles hanging over New York. I can't destroy it, I can't remove it, I can't stop it falling. There's only one thing I can do.
Nardole: What?
The Doctor: The unexpected! The thing about being in a room full of buttons and switches is… I love buttons and switches! [he frantically presses various buttons and switches]

The Doctor: Things end. That's all. Everything ends, and it's always sad. But everything begins again too, and that's… always happy. Be happy. I'll look after everything else.

Nardole: He's the Doctor. He's very brave and he's very silly, and I think, for a time, he's going to be very sad. But I promise, in the end, he'll be alright.

The Pilot [10.1]Edit

(15 April 2017)
The Doctor: Imagine if time happened all at once. Every moment of your life laid out around you… like a city. Streets full of buildings made of days. The day you were born. The day you die. The day you fall in love. The day that love ends. A whole city built from triumph and heartbreak and boredom and laughter and cutting your toenails. It's the best place you will ever be. Time is a structure relative to ourselves. Time is the space made by our lives. Where we stand together forever. Time and relative dimension in space. It means "life".

Bill Potts: Why'd you run like that?
The Doctor: Like what?
Bill: Like a penguin with his arse on fire.
The Doctor: Ergonomics. [points to his reflection in the puddle] That's my face, yeah?
Bill: You seem a bit flexible on the subject.
The Doctor: Oh, you have no idea.

Bill: [about the TARDIS] Doctor, it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!
Nardole: Hey hey, we got there!
Bill: How is that possible? How'd he do that?
Nardole: Well, first, you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box.
Bill: Okay.
Nardole: Then you have to make one. It's the second part people normally get stuck on.

Bill: Is everything out here evil?
The Doctor: Hardly anything is evil. But most things are hungry. Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?

Bill: What changed your mind?
The Doctor: Time.
Bill: Time?
The Doctor: And relative dimension in space. [Opens the TARDIS door with a snap] It means… "What the hell."

Smile [10.2]Edit

(22 April 2017)
The Doctor: You don't steer the TARDIS, you negotiate with it!

Bill: Why are you Scottish?
The Doctor: I'm not Scottish, I'm just cross!

The Doctor: What's the opposite of a massacre?
Bill: OK, what?
The Doctor: In my experience, a lecture.

The Doctor: Do you know why I always win at chess? I have a secret move. I kick over the board.

The Doctor: I re-initialised the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.
Bill: He turned it off and on again.

Thin Ice [10.3]Edit

(29 April 2017)
Bill: So how do we stay out of trouble?
The Doctor: Well, I'm not the right person to ask.

Bill: Traveling to the past, there's got to be rules. If I step on a butterfly, it could send ripples through time that mean I'm not even born yet in the first place, and I could just disappear.
The Doctor: Definitely. I mean, that's what happened to Pete.
Bill: Pete?
The Doctor: Your friend, Pete. He was standing there a moment ago. He stepped on a butterfly. Now you don't even remember him.
[Bill looks concerned, then realizes the Doctor is putting her on.]
Bill: Shut up! I'm being serious.

Bill: Regency England. Bit more black than they show in the movies.
The Doctor: So was Jesus. History's a whitewash.

The Doctor: You know what happens if you don't move on? More people will die. The kids living rough near here, they may well be next on the menu. Do you want to help me, or do you want to stand here stamping your foot? Because let me tell you something. I'm 2,000 years old, and I've never had the time for the luxury of outrage.

The Doctor: Human progress isn't measured by industry. It's measured by the value you place on a life. An unimportant life. A life without privilege. The boy who died on the river, that boy's value is your value. That's what defines an age. That's what defines a species.

Knock Knock [10.4]Edit

(6 May 2017)
The Doctor: Don't be scared.
Harry: Why not?
The Doctor: It really doesn't help.

Bill: OK, now's the time for the plan.
The Doctor: That was it. No plan. Info-dump, then busk it.
Bill: Well, start busking!

Oxygen [10.5]Edit

(13 May 2017)
The Doctor: Space. The final frontier. "Final" because it wants to kill us. Sometimes we forget that, start taking it all for granted — the suits, the ships, the little bubbles of safety — as they protect us from the void. But the void… is always waiting.

The Doctor: What do you want from me?
Nardole: The truth.
The Doctor: Don't be unreasonable.

The Doctor: The universe shows its true face when it asks for help. We show ours by how we respond.

The Doctor: I’ve got no sonic, no TARDIS, about ten minutes of oxygen left, and now I’m blind. Can you imagine how unbearable I’m going to be when I pull this off?

Ivan: Are you out of your mind?
The Doctor: Ah, yes, completely, but that's not a recent thing.

Extremis [10.6]Edit

(20 May 2017)
Hooded Priest: Greetings, sinner. [quoting] Only in darkness are we revealed.
The Doctor: I didn't send for you.
Hooded Priest: [continuing] Goodness is not goodness that seeks advantage. Good is good in the final hour. In the deepest pit. Without hope. Without witness. Without reward. Virtue is only virtue in extremis. This is what he believes. And this is the reason, above all, I love him. My husband. My madman in a box. My Doctor.
[The priest is shown to be reading from River Song's diary, which he closes. He pulls back his hood to reveal himself as Nardole.]
Nardole: Your missus wouldn't approve.
The Doctor: [shocked, angry] How the hell did you get here?
Nardole: Followed you from Darillium. On the explicit orders of your late wife, River Song. Warning: I have full permission to kick your arse.

Nardole: So, you're blind and you don't want your enemies to know. I get it. But why does it have to be a secret from Bill?
The Doctor: Because I don't like being worried about. Around me, people should be worried about themselves.
Nardole: Yeah. Shall I tell you the real reason?
The Doctor: No.
Nardole: Because the moment you tell Bill, it becomes real, and then you might actually have to deal with it.
The Doctor: Good point. Well made. Definitely not telling her now.
Nardole: You're an idiot.
The Doctor: Everyone knows that.

Nardole: Okay, Bill. Miss Potts. [removes his glasses, serious tone] I'm the only person you've ever met, or will ever meet, who is officially licensed to kick the Doctor's arse! I will happily do the same to you in the event that you do not align yourself with any instructions I have issued which I personally judged to be in the best interest of your safety and survival. [replaces his glasses, back to normal tone] Okay? Bill?
Bill: Are you secretly a badass?
Nardole: Nothin' secret about it, babydoll.

Ratando: You are unarmed?
The Doctor: Always.
Ratando: You stand alone.
The Doctor: Often.
Ratando: You're the one who should be afraid.
The Doctor: Never.

The Pyramid at the End of the World [10.7]Edit

(27 May 2017)
The Doctor: [walking around the TARDIS console] The end of your life… has already begun. There is a last place you will ever go. The last door you will ever walk through. A last sight you will ever see. And every step you ever take… is moving you closer. The end of the world is a billion, billion tiny moments. And somewhere unnoticed, in silence or in darkness… it has already begun.
Bill: [from outside the TARDIS] Are you talking to yourself in there?
The Doctor: I'm meditating.

Bill: It's an alien spaceship.
The Doctor: There you go.
Colonel Brabbit: But what's it doing?
The Doctor: It could have chosen anywhere on this planet. It chose to sit on the strategic intersection of the three most powerful armies on Earth. So what it's doing, Colonel, is sending us a message.
Colonel Brabbit: What message?
The Doctor: "Bring it."

Monk: We know you.
The Doctor: Then you'll know that there is a line in the sand, and I'm the man on the other side of it. You want to keep me that way.

The Doctor: Back to the TARDIS, this place is toxic.
Nardole: I'm not human.
The Doctor: Well, you're human enough. I got your lungs cheap.
Nardole: Oh. Now he tells me.

The Doctor: Think think think think think think think think think think. Stupid Doctor. Stupid stupid stupid. [realizes the solution] Handsome Doctor. Adorable, hugely intelligent, but still approachable, Doctor.

The Lie of the Land [10.8]Edit

(3 June 2017)
The Doctor: Human society is… stagnating. You've stopped moving forward. In fact, you're regressing.
Bill: Well, this isn't exactly much better.
The Doctor: It's safer.
Bill: Not so much for the people the Monks are killing.
The Doctor: The Romans killed people and saved billions more from disease. War. Famine. And barbarism.
Bill: No, wait. What about free will? You believe in free will. Your whole thing is -- You made me write a 3000-word essay on free will!
The Doctor: Yes, well, you had free will, and look at what you did with it. Worse than that, you had history. History was saying to you, "Look, I've got some examples of fascism here for you to look at. No? Fundamentalism? No? Oh. Okay. You carry on." I had to stop you, or at least not stand in the way of someone else who wanted to. Because the guns were getting bigger, the stakes were getting higher, and any minute now, it's gonna be "Goodnight, Vienna". By the way, you never delivered that essay.
Bill: Because the world was invaded by zombie monks!

The Doctor: Even if that was the truth [sacrificing Bill], the fact that you're suggesting it shows there's been no change. No, no point. We don't sacrifice the visceral. Because it isn't easy.
Missy: You know, back in the day, I burned an entire city to the ground just to see the pretty shapes the smoke made. I'm sorry your Plus One doesn't get a happy ending. But like it or not, I just saved this world because I want to change. Your version of "good" is not absolute. It's vain and arrogant and sentimental. If you're waiting for me to become all that, I'm going to be here for a long time yet.

The Doctor: Humanity's doomed to never learn from its mistakes.
Bill: Well, I guess that's part of our charm.
The Doctor: No. It's really quite annoying.

Bill: Why do you put up with us (humanity), then?
The Doctor: In amongst seven billion, there's someone like you. That's why I put up with the rest of them.

Missy: [tearfully] You remember all the people I've killed? Every day, I think of them all. Being bad… being bad. I didn't know I even knew their names. You didn't tell me about this bit.
The Doctor: I'm sorry, but this is good.
Missy: [trying to hold it together] Okay.

Empress of Mars [10.9]Edit

(10 June 2017)
The Doctor: He's an Ice Warrior.
Bill: And they're the proper martians, right? They belong here?
The Doctor: Yes, the indigenous species. An ancient reptilian race. They built themselves a sort of bio-mechanical armour for protection. The creature within is at one with it's carapace. The Ice Warriors. They could build a city under the sand yet drench the snows of Mars with innocent blood. They could slaughter whole civilisations, yet weep at the crushing of a flower.

Bill: What, you can deal with big green Martians and, and, and rocket ships, but you can't deal with us being the police?
Godsacre: No, no, no, no, no. It's just such a fanciful notion. A woman in the police force.
Bill: Listen, yeah? I'm going to make allowances for your Victorian attitudes because, well, you actually are Victorian

Alpha Centauri: Are you receiving us? Mars, are you receiving?
Iraxxa: This is Iraxxa, Empress of Mars.
Alpha Centauri: Ah, excellent! We have received details of your situation. We would be happy to send a fleet to your aid at once. A physical marker of some sort would be appreciated to guide our ships.
Iraxxa: To whom am I speaking?
Alpha Centauri: This is Alpha Centauri. Welcome to the Universe!

The Eaters of Light [10.10]Edit

(17 June 2017)
The Doctor: Shh. Does everybody hear that? Do you know what that sound was?
Ban: What?
The Doctor: That was the sound of my PATIENCE shattering into a billion little pieces! Now, there are only two things I need to know: where is my friend, and what destroyed the Roman army?

Nardole: We’re looking for Bill, right?
The Doctor: No, we’re looking for the maximum danger in the immediate area and walking right into it.

Bill: There’s, um, something I should explain… This is probably just a really difficult idea. I don’t like men… that way.
Lucius: What, not ever?
Bill: No. Not ever. Only women.
Lucius: Oh. All right, yeah, I got it. You’re like Vitus, then.
Bill: What?
Lucius: He only likes men.
Vitus: Some men. Better-looking men than you, Lucius.
Lucius: I don’t think it’s narrow-minded. I think it’s fine. You know what you like.
Bill: And you like… both?
Lucius: I’m just ordinary. I like men and women.
Bill: Well, isn’t this all very… modern.
Lucius: Hey, not everybody has to be modern. I think it’s really sweet that you're so… restricted.
Bill: Cheers.

The Doctor: Are you sulking?
Kar: I'm remembering the dead.
The Doctor: Ah, right. Well, save that for old age.
Kar: They're dead because of me.
The Doctor: You know, every moment you waste wallowing about in unhappy thought means more of the living are going to join them. If you want to win a war, remember this: it’s not about you. Believe me, I know. Time to grow up. Time to fight your fight.

World Enough and Time [10.11]Edit

(24 June 2017)
Razor: Do you want the good tea or the bad tea?
Bill: What's the difference?
Razor: I call one good, one bad.
Bill: Er, I'll take the good one.
Razor: Excellent. Positive attitude. Will help with the horror to come.
Bill: What horror?
Razor: Mainly the tea.

Razor: [Handing Bill a cup of tea] Drink it while it's very hot. The pain will disguise the taste.

[Bill has been converted into a Mondasian Cyberman]
The Doctor: Bill? Bill, talk to me. What have they done to you?
Nardole: Operation Exodus… whatever that is.
Missy: [from behind them] Well, wrong name, for a start.
Cyberman Bill: I… waited.
Missy: [standing at one side of Bill] This is not an exodus, is it? More of a beginning, really, isn't it?
Cyberman Bill: I… waited.
The Master: [from behind the Doctor] In fact, d'you know what I'd call it? [enters and stands on the other side of Bill]
[Realizing who it is, the Doctor looks on in shock.]
The Master: I'd call it a genesis.
Missy: You've met the ex.
The Master: Specifically… the genesis of the Cybermen.
Cyberman Bill: [pointing at the Doctor] I… waited… for you. [a single tear runs from Bill's left eye and through her cybermask]

The Doctor Falls [10.12]Edit

(1 July 2017)
The Doctor: [to the two Masters] You two should know by now; when you're winning, and I'm in the room, you're missing something.

Bill: I am not upset.
The Master: Oh. Well doesn't that take all the fun out of cruelty?

The Doctor [shouting to the Master and Missy]: Hey! I'm going to be dead in a few hours, so before I go, let's have this out. You and me, once and for all. Winning? Is that what you think it’s about? I’m not trying to win. I'm not doing this because I want to beat someone — or because I hate someone, or because I want to blame someone. It’s not because it’s fun. God knows it’s not because it's easy. It’s not even because it works, because it hardly ever does. I do what I do because it's right! Because it's decent! And above all, it's kind! It's just that. Just kind. If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live — maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, maybe there’s no point in any of this at all, but it's the best I can do. So I'm going to do it, and I will stand here doing it until it kills me. You're going to die, too, someday. When will that be? Have you thought about it? What would you die for? Who I am is where I stand. Where I stand is where I fall. Stand with me. These people are terrified. Maybe we can help a little. Why not, just at the end, just be kind?

Bill: [Looking at her fallen Cyberman body] Am I dead?
Heather: [kisses her] Does that feel dead to you?
[Bill looks at her hands. They are "melting" slightly, just as Heather's body does.]
Heather: You're like me now. It's just a different kind of living.
Bill: How did you find me?
Heather: I left you my tears, remember?

The Doctor: Sontarans, perverting the course of human history! I don't want to go! When the Doctor… when the Doctor was me! When The Doctor was me. It's starting. I'm regenerating! [Regeneration energy starts to come out out of The Doctor's hands.] No, no, no, no, no, no! [The regeneration energy stops. The TARDIS lands.] Where have you taken me? If you're trying to prove a point, I'm not listening. I don't want to change again. Never again! I can't keep on being someone else! Whatever it is, I'm staying.

The Doctor: No! [he fights off his regeneration] I will not change!
The First Doctor: [in the distance] I will not change! I will not! No, no, no. The whole thing's ridiculous!
The Doctor: Hello! Is someone there?
The First Doctor: Who is that?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor.
The First Doctor: [approaching] The Doctor? Oh, I don't think so. No, dear me, no. You may be a Doctor, but I am the Doctor. The original, you might say!

Other appearancesEdit

MinisodesEdit

Prologue [9.X]Edit

(11 September 2015)
Ohila: You are embarking on an enterprise that will end in your destruction.
The Doctor: You could say that of being born.

The Doctor's Meditation [9.X]Edit

(15 September 2015)
The Doctor: Look at this coin. You see it?
Bors: I see it.
The Doctor: [he waves his hands around] Where is it now?
Bors: [pointing to the correct hand] There.
The Doctor: No, it isn't.
Bors: Yes, it is. I saw it.
The Doctor: Are you sure? I'm really a very good magician.
Bors: What is it you dread?
The Doctor: Why would I dread anything?
Bors: You're always making jokes. You never sit still, like you're running in fear of days to come.
The Doctor: I thought you were an idiot.
Bors: I know. I thought that, too.
The Doctor: Good. I was worried I would have to break it to you.

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