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The children of my civilization would be insulted.

As we learn about each other, so we learn about ourselves.

Yes, I made some cocoa and got engaged.

To lose is to win, and he who wins shall lose.

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Then, perhaps, the distant roaring that we can hear is just the goddess Amdo with indigestion.

It’s all based on symbolic logic.

An unintelligent enemy is far less dangerous than an intelligent one.

I hate computers and refuse to be bullied by them.

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Priority Z one hundred and forty-four, I suppose.

Would you kindly stop referring to me as ‘the creature’, Sir? Or I may well become exceedingly hostile!

Oh, well, having reached that brilliant conclusion, how about getting on with it?

Allow me to congratulate you, sir. You have the most totally closed mind of anyone that I’ve ever encountered.

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Two million, six hundred and seventy-eight thousand, four hundred….

Vaporisation without representation is against the constitution!

I confess to you’re being a bigger idiot than I thought.

No, eureka is Greek for ‘this bath is too hot’.

You’re just another machine with megalomania.

It’s all to do with interspatial geometry.

Would you mind not standing on my chest? My hat’s on fire.

How can a robot catch laryngitis?

Why is it that every time I try to talk to someone, you knock them unconscious?

I say, what a wonderful butler! He’s so violent.

Much easier to reason lying down.

She tipped the ambassador into a pit and threw astrologers at him.

First things first, but not necessarily in that order.

And now, you must excuse me, oooohhhh, you have a lot to do.

It’s asking the right questions which is hard.

If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s being tortured by someone with cold hands.

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Yes, well, that’s democracy for you.

Now listen to me, you young idiot, you’re not so much gullible as you are idealistic.

This thing is smaller on the inside than it is on the outside.

The illusion is always one of normality.

I’m definitely not the man I was.

That’s a bit undramatic, isn’t it?

What a finely tuned response to the situation.

Fools, who tried to turn themselves into time lords.

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Nothing but the grinding engines of the universe, the crushing boredom of eternity.

What’s the use of a good quotation if you can’t change it?

See it more as a mental stroll in the park of psychic tranquility.

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Why is everyone around here so preoccupied with metaphysics?

Strange business, time.

It’s called that because Time Lords have an infinite capacity for pretension.

I’ve always found circuses a little sinister.

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I am a manifestation of our consciousness, I can wear what I like.

Four minutes, that’s ages, what if I get bored?

In the fight to survive, there are no rules.

The universe hangs by such a delicate thread of coincidences that it would be useless to meddle with it.

Because the front crashes first, think it through.

Bring me knitting.

Keepers of the flame of utter boredom.

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Again with the pointing! They’re screwdrivers, what are you going to do, assemble a cabinet at them?

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Everything has its time, and everything dies.

Now don’t antagonize her, I love a happy medium.

I’m halted. I’m a hundred percent halted. I can’t halt any more!

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What’s pre-revolutionary France doing on a spaceship, get a little perspective.

Crossing into established events is strictly forbidden, except for cheap tricks.

There are laws of time.

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If something’s going to kill you, it’s nice that it drops you a note to remind you.

This hardly rocket science, this is quantum physics.

Time is disintegrating.

A daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away

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Now, the real question is, where did he get the tea? Answer, I’m the Doctor. Just accept it.

One minute you’re sure, the next, everyone turns into a lizard and a piano falls on your head.

Old-fashioned heroes only exist in old-fashioned storybooks.

What’s the opposite of a massacre…in my experience, a lecture.

The void is always waiting.

Madness was never this good

The Doctor is no longer here. You are stuck with me. And I will end everything you love.

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Leela: He came armed and silent.

Adam Colby: What are you, exactly, some sort of wandering Armageddon peddler?

Romana I

Now, don’t tell me, Doctors are forbidden, too.
Yes, we’ve got him exactly where he wants us.
You’re capricious, arrogant, self-opionated, and you don’t even know where we’re going!

K-9: Optimism, belief that everything will work out well. Irrational, bordering on insane.

Rory: I died, and I turned into a Roman, it’s very distracting.

Strax: Sir, permission to express my opposition to your current apathy?

Missy: We, on the other hand, have a pointy stick.

Vastra: It dropped a blue box marked police out of its mouth. Your grasp of biology troubles me.

Gomer: Undue haste is one thing, vulgar bad manners another.

Adric: No, I’m just saying that a lot of the time you don’t really make sense.

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More importantly, 1879 past 100 AD!

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Time and tiddlywinks, you know.

If I wanted you to go to sleep, I certainly wouldn’t have put your bed in a room where three strange women are weaving all the time.

Then could you please be so good as to die?

I swear the wait between my warnings of disaster, and all heal breaking loose is actually getting shorter. Or am I just getting older?

Be like me, free yourself from any sense of dignity.

Dark and mysterious, Gallifrey at its most typical. What do the time lords have against pastels?

Ah ha, I spy with my little eye something beginning with the Worshipful and Ancient Law of Gallifrey.

Never underestimate the obvious.

Nothing, obviously, so, obviously it was meant to tell us nothing. Exactly the opposite function of a book. Therefore, it isn’t a book.

Madness, sanity, it’s all a matter of opinion.

There’s no room to swing a time lord in here.

If you think about things like that and travel through time, you’ll turn your brain into a spiral staircase.

Do you like lollypops my disembodied friend? Oh well. Mmmm, mint sauce and onion gravy flavor, my favorite.

They drink too much tea, which is rich coming from me.

How to boil an egg. Well, yes, probably should be in the cookery section rather than fiction.

You can drop the pretense, we’re all enemies here.

Curiosity killed the time lord.

Destroying universes is so passe, and you always regret it.

Because of the hat stand.

Yes, sorry, I’m soliloquizing again. Filthy habit.

Who looks at a shark and thinks this is great, but what it could really do with is more teeth?

Oh, but that’s the point, isn’t it? That’s the point. Very good, ship. A history that isn’t there because it’s not yet been written. Or because it’s been erased. Wiped out. Decimated. Eradicated. Obliterated.

Two noises in one head, bound to cause problems. Do you know what this is?

Is it just me, or is ten feet long from tip to tail a bit large for a cat?

I need, I need help. Your help. Anyone’s help. I can’t find my way. I can’t find my way back to…now, that’s odd. Where was I going?

I don’t believe in jabberwocks. But you, however, seem to believe in yourself.

But what if you’re mad? Can you see me? No. But you can hear my voice, can’t you? Hearing voices, terrible sign.

That’s one of the most wonderful things about lady time, isn’t it? How nothing’s constant. How everything decays and changes.

In a library full of empty books, why is this one full of words?

You can’t help me. No, I thought not. Still, you showed me the secret passageway, so I suppose I’d best find out where it goes.

I am he who sits inside your head. He who..he who…does something else and then eats bread. No, no..that can’t be right.

Sacrifice? Me? Sounds unlikely. Sounds more the Doctor’s bag than mine.

Masefield? No. Dickens? No. Kipling? No. Shelley? Nope. JM Barrie? No, no, no, no. Fleming? No, no, wait. Wait. Is this a first edition?

Cat! Cat, don’t you fade away. All this appearing and disappearing. I ask you, as if I’m not giddy enough.

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Rev. Townsend / Fifth Doctor: Funny old business, death, Murder on the tenses. Murder full stop, I suppose.

Tepesh/Six: This is hell, I assure you. Abaddon. The abyss. Gehenna. Hades. The inferno. The underworld. The pit.

Charley Pollard:
Idiot and idiot, meet super-ego.
Hell isn’t Wales, I’ve decided. Hell is other people.

Cat: Dead Doctors don’t talk.

Paul McGann: I can’t deny anything, no one believes me.