Series 1

Rose

Mickey: Just leave him! There’s nothing you can do!
Rose: Got no A levels. No job. No future. But I’ll tell you what I have got, Jericho Street Junior School Under 7’s gymnastics team. I got the bronze.

The Doctor: Right then. I’ll be off. Unless, ah, I don’t know, you could come with me. This box isn’t just a London Hoppa, you know. It goes anywhere in the Universe, free of charge.
Mickey: Don’t! He’s an alien! He’s a thing!
The Doctor: He’s not invited.

Rose: Thanks.
Mickey: Thanks for what?
Rose: Exactly.

Aliens of London

Mickey: You ruined my life, Doctor. They thought she was dead. I was a murder suspect because of you.
The Doctor: See what I mean? Domestic!
Mickey: I bet you don’t even remember my name.
The Doctor: Ricky.
Mickey: It’s Mickey.
The Doctor: No, it’s Ricky.
Mickey: I think I know my own name.
The Doctor: You think you know your own name? How stupid are you?

Rose: That was a real spaceship.
The Doctor: Yep.
Rose: So it was all a pack of lies. What is it?
Are they invading?
Mickey: Funny way to invade, putting the world on red alert.
The Doctor: Good point! So. What are they up to?

Rose: So. Um. In twelve months. Have you been seeing anybody else?
Mickey: No.
Rose: Okay—
Mickey: Mainly because everyone thinks I murdered you.

World War Three

The Doctor: Mickey, have you got any vinegar?
Mickey on the phone: How should I know?
The Doctor: It’s your kitchen.
Rose: Cupboard by the sink. Middle shelf.
Jackie: Oh, give it here. grabs phone What’dya need?
The Doctor: Anything with vinegar!
Jackie: Gherkins! Yeah, pickled onions! Pickled eggs!
The Doctor to Rose: You kiss this man?

Rose: Mickey, any luck?
Mickey on the phone: There’s loads of emergency numbers. They’re all on voicemail.
Harriet: Voicemail dooms us all.

Mickey: I just went down ‘the shop, and I was thinking, you know, like the whole world’s changed. Aliens and spaceships, all in public. And here it is (holds up newspaper reading Alien Hoax). How can they do that? They saw it.
The Doctor: They’re just not ready. You’re happy to believe in something that’s invisible, but if it’s staring you in the face—”Nope! Can’t see it.” There’s a scientific explanation for that. You’re thick.
Mickey: We’re just idiots.
The Doctor: Well… not all of you.
Mickey: Yeah?

Boom Town

Mickey: So what are you doing in Cardiff and who the hell is Jumpin’ Jack Flash? I mean I don’t mind you hanging out with big ears up there—
The Doctor: Oy!
Mickey: Look in the mirror. But this guy, I don’t know. He’s kinda—
Jack: Handsome?
Mickey: More like cheesy.
Jack: Early 21st century slang. Is cheesy good or bad?
Mickey: It’s bad.
Jack: But bad means good, isn’t that right?
The Doctor: Are you saying I’m not handsome?

Mickey: That old lady’s staring.
Jack: Probably wondering what four people could do inside a small wooden box.
Mickey: What are you captain of? The innuendo squad? {Jack gives him the universal sign for Whatever}

The Parting of the Ways

Mickey: Have you tried that new pizza place on Midnight Road?
Jackie: What’s it sellin’?
Mickey: Pizza.