Doctor Who Ninth Doctor

Series 1


Christopher Eccleston

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The Doctor grabbing Rose’s hand: Run!

Rose Tyler (Billie Piper): You pulled his arm off!
The Doctor (Christopher Eccleston): Yep. {he tosses is to her}. Plastic.
Rose: Very clever. Nice trick. Who are they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?
The Doctor: Why would they be students?
Rose: I don’t know.
The Doctor: Well you said it. Why students?
Rose: ‘Cause… to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they gotta be students.
The Doctor: That makes sense. Well done.
Rose: Thanks.
The Doctor: They’re not students.
Rose: Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them he’s gonna call the police.
The Doctor: Who’s Wilson?
Rose: Chief electrician.
The Doctor: Wilson’s dead.

Rose: Who are they?
The Doctor: They’re made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They’re being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great big problem if I didn’t have this. So. I’m going to go upstairs and blow it up. And I might well die in the process. But don’t worry about me, no. You go on. Go on. Go and have your lovely beans on toast. Don’t tell anyone about this ’cause if you do you’ll get them killed. {he shuts the door}.

The Doctor: I’m the Doctor, by the way. What’s your name?
Rose: Rose.
The Doctor: Nice to meet you, Rose. Run for your life!

The Doctor: What are you doing here?
Rose: I live here.
The Doctor: Well what’d you do that for?
Rose: Because I do. I’m only home because someone blew up my job.
The Doctor: Must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic are you? {knocks on her forehead}. Nope, bone in.

Jackie Tyler: I’m in my dressing gown.
The Doctor: Yes, you are.
Jackie: There’s a strange man in my bedroom.
The Doctor: Yes, there is.
Jackie: Well, anything could happen.
The Doctor: No.

The Doctor looking at various items in Rose’s apartment: That won’t last. He’s gay and she’s an alien. […] Hm. Sad ending. “Rose Tyler”. […] Well, could have been worse. checking the mirror. Look at me ears.

Rose: Hold on a minute. You can’t just go swanning off.
The Doctor: Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See ya!
Rose: That arm was moving. It tried to kill me.
The Doctor: Ten out of ten for observation.
Rose: You can’t just walk away—that’s not fair. You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on.
The Doctor: No I don’t.
Rose: All right then. I’ll go to the police. I’ll tell everyone. And you said if I did that I’d get people killed, so. You’re choice. Tell me or I’ll start talking.
The Doctor: Is that supposed to sound tough?
Rose: Sort of.
The Doctor: Doesn’t work.
Rose: Who are you?
The Doctor: Told you. The Doctor.
Rose: Yeah, but Doctor What?
The Doctor: Just The Doctor.
Rose: The Doctor.
The Doctor: Hello!
Rose: Is that supposed to sound impressive?
The Doctor: Sort of.

Rose: What have I done wrong? How come those plastic things keep coming after me?
The Doctor: Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you! You were just an accident. You got in the way, that’s all.
Rose: It tried to kill me!
The Doctor: It was after me, not you. Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in—almost ruined the whole thing. This morning I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you was ’cause you met me.
Rose: So what you’re saying is the entire world revolves around you.
The Doctor: Sort of, yeah.
Rose: You’re full of it!
The Doctor: Sort of, yeah.

Rose: Really though, Doctor. Tell me. Who are you?
The Doctor: Do you know like we were saying? About the Earth revolving? It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning
and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. {he grabs her hand} The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our
feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour. And the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour and I can feel
it. We’re falling through space, you and me. Clinging to the skin of this tiny little world and if we let go… {he drops her hand}. That’s who I am. Now forget
me, Rose Tyler. Go home.

The Doctor: The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn’t get through that door. And believe me, they’ve tried. Now shut up a minute.

The Doctor: Where’d you want to start?
Rose: Um. The inside’s bigger than the outside?
The Doctor: Yes.
Rose: It’s alien.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Are you alien?
The Doctor: Yes. Is that all right?
Rose: Yeah.
The Doctor: It’s called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S. That’s “Time and Relative Dimension in Space”. {Rose starts crying} That’s okay, culture shock. Happens to the best of us.

Rose: If you are an alien how come you sound like you’re from the North?
The Doctor: Lots of planets have a North.

Rose: What’s a “Police Public Call Box”?
The Doctor: It’s a telephone box. From the 1950s. It’s a disguise.
Rose: Okay.

Rose: Well then, tip in your anti-plastic and let’s go.
The Doctor: I’m not here to kill it. I’m here to give it a chance.

The Doctor: I seek audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract. According to Convention Fifteen of the Shadow Proclamation.

The Doctor: Can we keep the domestics outside, thank you?

The Doctor: If I might observe, you infiltrated this civilization by means of warp shunt technology. So may I suggest with the greatest respect that you shunt off. {The Consciousness responds}. Oh don’t give me that! It’s an invasion, plain and simple. Don’t talk about constitutional rights. {The Consciousness reacts badly}. I am talking!

The Doctor to the Consciousness: Yes, that’s my ship. […] That’s not true! I should know, I was there. I fought in the war. It wasn’t my fault! I couldn’t save your world! I couldn’t save any of them!

The Doctor: Rose! {he catches her} Now we’re in trouble.

The Doctor: Nestene Consciousness: easy.
Rose: You were useless in there. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me.
The Doctor: Yes I would. Thank you.

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.
What d’you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep or you could go… anywhere.
Rose: Is it always this dangerous?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Yeah, I can’t. I’ve, um, I’ve gotta go and find my mom. And someone’s gotta look after this stupid lump, so…
The Doctor: Okay. See ya ’round. {he leaves in the TARDIS}
Rose: Come on, let’s go. Come on.
The Doctor reappearing moments later: By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?

The End of the World

The Doctor: Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it’s the year 12,005. The New Roman Empire.
Rose: You think you’re so impressive.
The Doctor slightly offended: I am so impressive.

The Doctor: You lot. You spend all your time thinking about dying. Like you’re going to get killed by eggs or beef or global warming or asteroids. But you never take the time to imagine the impossible. That maybe you survive. This is the year 5.5 slash Apple slash 26. Five billion years in your future. And this is the day— hold on. This is the day the sun expands. Welcome to the end of the world.

The Steward: Who the hell are you?
The Doctor: Oh that’s nice, thanks.

The Doctor about the invite: The paper’s slightly psychic. Show them whatever I want them to see. Saves a lot of time.
Rose about the steward: He’s blue.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Okay.

Jabe: The gift of peace. I bring you a cutting of my grandfather.
The Doctor: Thank you. Yes, gifts. I give you, in return, air from my lungs. blows on her.
Jabe: How… intimate.
The Doctor: There’s more where that came from.
Jabe: I bet there is.

The Doctor: What d’you think then?
Rose: Great! Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper. They’re just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at them, and they’re alien.
The Doctor: Good thing I didn’t take you to the Deep South.

Rose: Alright. As my mate Shareen says, “Don’t argue with the designated driver.” pulling out her cell. Can’t exactly call for a taxi.
There’s no signal. We’re out of range. Just a bit.
The Doctor: Tell you what, with a little bit of jiggery-pokery—
Rose: Is that a technical term, “jiggery-pokery”?
The Doctor: Yeah. I came first in jiggery-pokery. What about you?
Rose: No. I failed hullabaloo.

The Doctor: You think that’s amazing, you ought to see the bill.
Rose: That was five billion years ago. So she’s dead now. Five billion years later, my mom’s dead.
The Doctor: Bundle of laughs, you are.

The Doctor: That wasn’t a gravity pocket. I know gravity pockets and they don’t feel like that. What d’you think, Jabe? Listen to the engines, they’ve pitched up about 30 hertz. That budge you or what?
Jabe: It’s the sound of metal. It doesn’t make any sense to me.
The Doctor: Where’s the engine room?
Jabe: I don’t know. But the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite. I could show you.
And your… wife.
The Doctor: She’s not my wife.
Jabe: Partner?
The Doctor: Nope.
Jabe: Concubine.
The Doctor: No.
Jabe: Prostitute?
Rose: What ever I am it must be invisible. D’you mind? Tell you what, you two go pollinate. I’m going to catch up with the family. Quick word with Michael Jackson.
The Doctor: Don’t start a fight.

Jabe: This facility is purely automatic. It’s the height of the Alpha Class. Nothing can go wrong.
The Doctor: Unsinkable?
Jabe: If you like. The nautical metaphor is appropriate.
The Doctor: You’re telling me. I was on board another ship once they said that was unsinkable. I ended up clinging to an iceberg. It wasn’t half cold. He stops. So, what you’re saying is, if we get in trouble there’s no one to help us out?
Jabe: I’m afraid not.
The Doctor: Fantastic!
Jabe: I don’t understand. In what way is that fantastic?

The Doctor: So tell me, Jabe, what’s a tree like you doing in a place like this?

The Doctor: Is anyone in there?
Rose: Let me out!
The Doctor: Oh, well it would be you.
Rose: Open the door!
The Doctor: Hold on, give us two ticks.

The Doctor: The whole thing’s jammed. I can’t open the door. Stay there! Don’t move.
Rose: Where am I going to go, Ipswich?

Cassandra: The Adherents of the Repeating Meme. J’accuse!
The Doctor: That’s all very well and really kind of obvious. But if you stop and think about it, a repeated meme is just an idea. And that’s all they are: an idea. Remote-controlled droids. Nice little cover for the real troublemaker. Go on, Jimbo.
Cassandra: I bet you were the school swot who never got kissed. Atoms!
The Doctor: What are you going to do, moisturize me?
Cassandra: With acid.

The Doctor: You can’t! The heat’s going to vent through this place.
Jabe: I know.
The Doctor: Jabe, you’re made of wood.
Jabe: Then stop wasting time, Time Lord.

Rose: You alright?
The Doctor: Yeah, I’m fine. I’m full of ideas—I’m bristling with ’em. Idea number one: teleportation through five thousand degrees needs some kind of
feed. Idea number two: this feed must be hidden nearby. Idea number three: if you’re as clever as me, then a teleportation feed can be reversed.

The Doctor: People have died, Cassandra. You murdered them.
Cassandra: It depends on your definition of people. And that’s enough of a technicality to keep your lawyers dizzy for centuries.

Rose: Help her.
The Doctor: Everything has its time and everything dies.

The Doctor: You think it’ll last forever. People and cars and concrete. But it won’t. One day it’s all gone. Even the sky. My planet’s gone. It’s dead. It burned like the Earth. It’s just rocks and dust. Before its time.
Rose: What happened?
The Doctor: There was a war and we lost.
Rose: A war with who? What about your people?
The Doctor: I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left traveling on my own because there’s no one else.
Rose: There’s me.
The Doctor: You’ve seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?
Rose: I don’t know. I want… Can you smell chips?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: I want chips.
The Doctor: Me too.
Rose: Right then, before you get me back in that box chips it is, and you can pay.
The Doctor: No money.
Rose: What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad. Chips are on me. We’ve only got five billion years ’til the shops close.

The Unquiet Dead

The Doctor: Where do you think you’re going?
Rose: 1860.
The Doctor: Go out there, dressed like that, you’ll start a riot, Barbarella. pointing There’s a wardrobe through there.
First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!

The Doctor: Ready for this? Here we go. History!

The Doctor reading the paper: I got the flight a bit wrong.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: It’s not 1860. It’s 1869.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: And it’s not Naples.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: It’s Cardiff.
Rose: Right.

The Doctor hearing screams from the Lodge: That’s more like it!

The Doctor: Did it say anything? Can it speak? I’m The Doctor, by the way.
Charles Dickens: Doctor? You look more like a navvy.
The Doctor: What’s wrong with this jumper?

Coachman: You can’t do that, sir!
The Doctor: Why not?
Dickens: I’ll tell you why not. I’ll give you a very good reason why not! ‘Cause this is my coach!
The Doctor: Well get in then.

The Doctor: You’re a genius!
Coachman: You want me to get rid of him, sir?
Dickens: Ah, no. I think he can stay.
The Doctor: Honestly, Charles—can I call you Charles?—I’m such a big fan.
Dickens: What? A big what?
The Doctor: Fan. Number one fan, that’s me.
Dickens: How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?
The Doctor: No, it means “fanatic”, “devoted to”. Mind you, I’ve gotta say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what’s that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean it’s rubbish, that bit.
Dickens: I thought you said you were my fan.
The Doctor: Oh well, if you can’t take criticism.

Dickens: Must be we’re under some mesmeric influence.
The Doctor: No we’re not. The dead are walking. to Rose. Hi.
Rose: Hi. Who’s your friend?
The Doctor: Charles Dickens.
Rose: Okay.

Dickens: Can it be that I have the world entirely wrong?
The Doctor: Not wrong. There’s just more to learn.

The Doctor about Gwyneth: Now don’t antagonize her. I love a happy Medium.
Rose: I can’t believe you just said that.

Mr. Sneed: What are they?
The Doctor: Aliens.
Mr. Sneed: Like foreigners, you mean.
The Doctor: Pretty foreign, yeah.
From up there.
Mr. Sneed: Brecon?
The Doctor: Close.

Dickens: Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts, but beings from another world who can only exist in our realm by inhabiting
The Doctor: Good system. Might work.
Rose: You can’t let them run around inside dead people.
The Doctor: Why not? It’s like recycling.
Rose: Seriously though, you can’t.
The Doctor: Seriously though, I can.

The Doctor: Mr. Sneed, what’s the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?
Mr. Sneed: That would be… the morgue.
Rose: No chance you were going to say “gazebo”, is there?

The Doctor about Mr. Sneed: I think he’s gone a little bit wrong.

Rose: But I can’t die. Tell me I can’t. I haven’t even been born yet. It’s impossible for me to die. Isn’t it?
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
Rose: It’s 1869. How can I die now?
The Doctor: Time isn’t a straight line. It can twist into any shape. You could be born in the 20th century and die in the 19th and it’s all my fault. I brought you here.
Rose: It’s not your fault. I wanted to come.
The Doctor: What about me? I saw the fall of Troy. World War V. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I’m going to die in
a dungeon. In Cardiff.

Rose: We’ll go down fighting, yeah?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Together?
The Doctor: Yeah. I’m so glad I met you.
Rose: Me too.

The Doctor: Remember that world you saw—Rose’s world, all those people. None of it will exist unless you send them back through the Rift.
Gwyneth: I can’t send them back.
But I can hold them. Hold them in this place— hold them here. Get out.
Rose: You can’t!
Gwyneth: Leave this place.
The Doctor: Rose, get out. Go now. I won’t
leave her while she’s still in danger. Now go. to Gwyneth Leave that to me. realizes she’s gone. I’m sorry. Thank you.

Rose: She didn’t make it.
The Doctor: I’m sorry. She closed the Rift.
Dickens: At such a cost. The poor child.
The Doctor: I did try, Rose. But Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes.
Rose: What d’you mean?
The Doctor: I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch.
Rose: But she can’t have. She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?
Dickens: There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor.

Aliens of London

The Doctor: It’s not twelve hours. It’s twelve months. You’ve been gone a whole year. {pause.} Sorry.

Rose: I can’t tell her. I can’t even begin. She’s never going to forgive me. And I missed a year. Was it good?
The Doctor: Middling.

The Doctor: Well if it’s this much trouble are you going to stay here now?
Rose: I don’t know. I can’t do that to her again though.
The Doctor: Well she’s not coming with us.
Rose: No joke.
The Doctor: I don’t do families.
Rose: She slapped you.
The Doctor: Nine hundred years of time and space and I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother.

Rose: When you say nine hundred years.
The Doctor: That’s my age.
Rose: You’re nine hundred years old?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: My mom was right. That’s one hell of an age gap.

The Doctor: I’m off for a wander, that’s all.
Rose: Right. There’s a spaceship in the Thames and you’re just wandering.
The Doctor: Nothing to do with me. It’s not an invasion. That was a genuine crash landing.

The Doctor: So maybe this is it: first contact!

Rose: Promise you won’t disappear?
The Doctor: Tell you what, TARDIS key. ‘Bout time you had one.

Toshiko Sato: I swear it was dead.
The Doctor: Coma. Shock. Hibernation. Anything. What does he look like? {hears a noise in the corner} He’s still here.

The Doctor: What did you do that for?! It was scared!

Dr. Toshiko Sato: I just assumed that’s what aliens looked like. But you’re saying it’s just an ordinary pig from Earth?
The Doctor: More like a mermaid. Victorian showmen used to draw the crowds by taking the skull of a cat, gluing it to a fish and calling it a mermaid.

Rose: My mum’s here.
The Doctor: Oh that’s just what I need. Don’t you dare go and make this place domestic.
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?

The Doctor: If aliens fake an alien crash, an alien pilot, what do they get? {pause.} Us. They get us. It’s not a diversion, it’s a trap.

The Doctor: Excuse me, would you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?

World War Three

The Doctor: I think you’ll find the Prime Minister is an alien in disguise. pause. That’s never gonna work, is it?
Policeman: No.
The Doctor: Fair enough.

Under the jurisdiction of the emergency protocols I order that you execute this man!
The Doctor: Ah well. Yes. You see, thing is, if were you—if I was going to execute someone by backing them against a wall, between you and me, word of advice: don’t stand them against the lift!

The Doctor: Who the hell are you?
Harriet Jones: Harriet Jones. MP for Flydale North.
The Doctor: Nice to meet you.
Harriet Jones: Likewise.

The Doctor: Right then. Question time. Who exactly are the Slitheen?
Harriet Jones: They’re aliens.
The Doctor: Yes, I got that. Thanks.
The Slitheen: Who are you, if not human?
Harriet Jones: Who’s not human?
Rose: He’s not human.
Harriet Jones: He’s not human?
The Doctor to Rose and Harriet: Can I have a bit of a hush?
Harriet Jones: Sorry.
The Doctor to the Slitheen: So, what’s the plan?
Harriet Jones: But he’s got a Northern accent.
Rose: Lots of planets have a North.
The Doctor: I said “hush”.

Slitheen: Ah… excuse me. Your device will do what? Triplicate the flammability?
The Doctor: Is that what I said?
Slitheen: You’re making it up.
The Doctor: Oh well. Nice try. handing her the decanter: Harriet, have a drink. I think you’re going to need it.
Harriet Jones correcting him: You pass it to the left first.
The Doctor: Sorry.

The Doctor: Fascinating history, Downing Street. Two thousand years ago, this was marshland. 1730 it was occupied by a Mr. Chicken. He was a nice man. 1796, this was the cabinet room. If the cabinet’s in session and in danger these are about the four most safest walls in the whole of Great Britain. End of lesson.

The Doctor: Right. If we’re going to find their weakness we need to find out where they’re from, which planet. So judging by their basic shape that narrows it down to five thousand planets within travelling distance. What else do we know about them?
Rose: They’re green.
The Doctor: Yep, narrows it down.
Rose: Good sense of smell.
The Doctor: Narrows it down!
Rose: They can smell adrenaline.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: The pig technology.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: The spaceship in the Thames, you said slipstream engine.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: They hunt like it’s a ritual.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Harriet Jones: Wait a minute! Did you notice, when they fart—if you’ll pardon the word—it doesn’t just smell like a fart—if you’ll pardon the word. It’s something else. What is it? It’s more like—
Rose: Bad breath.
Harriet Jones: That’s it!
The Doctor: Calcium decay! Now that narrows it down!

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?

The Doctor: I give you a choice. Leave this planet or I’ll stop you.
Slitheen: What? You? Trapped in your box?
The Doctor: Yes. Me.

The Doctor: That’s why the Slitheen went for spectacle. ‘Cause you lot, you get scared you lash out.

Rose: If we could just get out of here.
The Doctor: There’s a way out.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: There’s always been a way out.
Rose: Then why don’t we use it?
The Doctor: to Jackie Because I can’t guarantee your daughter will be safe.
Jackie: Don’t you dare. Whatever it is, don’t you dare.
The Doctor: That’s the thing. If I don’t dare, everyone dies.
Rose: Do it.
The Doctor: You don’t even know what it is, you’d just let me?
Rose: Yeah.

Rose: My mother’s cooking.
The Doctor: Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.

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?


The Doctor: The stuff of nightmares, reduced to an exhibit. I’m getting old.

The Doctor: What the hell are you here for?
Dalek: I am waiting for orders.
The Doctor: What does that mean?
Dalek: I am a soldier. I was bred to receive orders.
The Doctor: Well you’re never gonna get them. Not ever.
Dalek: I demand orders!
The Doctor: They’re never gonna come! Your race is dead. You all burned—all of you. Ten million ships on fire. The entire Dalek race, wiped out in one second.
Dalek: You lie!
The Doctor: I watched it happen. I made it happen.
Dalek: You destroyed us?
The Doctor: I had no choice.
Dalek: And what of the Time Lords?
The Doctor: Dead. They burned with you. The end of the last great Time War. Everyone lost.
Dalek: And the coward survived.

The Doctor: The metal’s just battle armor. The real Dalek creature’s inside.
Statten: What does it look like?
The Doctor: A nightmare. A mutation. The Dalek race was genetically engineered. Every single emotion was removed except hate.
Statten: Genetically engineered. By whom?
The Doctor: By a genius, Van Statten. By a man who was king of his own little world. You’d like him.

Goddard: You talked about a war?
The Doctor: The Time War. The final battle between my people and the Dalek race.
Statten: But you survived too.
The Doctor: Not by choice.

The Doctor: Let me tell you something, Van Statten. Mankind goes into space to explore, to be part of something greater.
Van Statten: Exactly! I wanted to touch the stars.
The Doctor: You just want to drag the stars down, stick them underground, underneath tons of sand and dirt, and label them. You’re about as far from the stars as you can get.

The Doctor sorting through alien weapons: Broken. Broken. Hairdryer.

The Doctor: Rose, get out of the way now!
Rose: No. ‘Cause I won’t let you do this.
The Doctor: That thing killed hundreds of people!
Rose: It’s not the one pointing the gun at me.
The Doctor: I’ve got to do this. I’ve got to end it. The Daleks destroyed my home, my people. I’ve got nothing left.
Rose: But look at it.
The Doctor: What’s it doing?
Rose: It’s the sunlight, that’s all it wants.
The Doctor: It can’t—
Rose: It couldn’t kill Van Statten, it couldn’t kill me. It’s changing. What about you, Doctor? What the hell are you changing into?

Rose: Adam was saying that all his life he’s wanted to see the stars.
The Doctor: Tell him to go and stand outside then.

The Long Game

The Doctor: The Fourth Great and Bountiful Human Empire. And there it is. Planet Earth. At its height. Covered with mega-cities. Five moons. Population: 96 billion. The hub of a galactic domain. Stretching across a million planets, a million species. With mankind right in the middle. Adam faints. He’s your boyfriend.
Rose: Not anymore.

The Doctor: Um, this is going to sound daft, but can you tell me where I am?
Cathica: Floor 139. Could they write it any bigger?
The Doctor: Floor 139 of what?
Cathica: Must have been a hell of a party.
Suki: You’re on Satellite Five.
The Doctor: What’s Satellite Five?
Cathica: Come on. How could you get on board without knowing where you are?
The Doctor: Look at me. I’m stupid.

Adam: This technology, it’s amazing.
The Doctor: This technology’s wrong.
Rose: Trouble?
The Doctor pleased: Oh yeah.

Cathica: Doctor, I think if there was any sort of conspiracy, Satellite Five would have seen it. We see everything.
The Doctor: I can see better. This society’s the wrong shape. Even the technology.
Cathica: It’s cutting edge.
The Doctor: It’s backwards. There’s a great big door in your head.

The Doctor: Rose is asking the right sort of questions: Why is it so hot?
Cathica: One minute you’re worried about the Empire and the next minute it’s the central heating.
The Doctor: Oh, never underestimate plumbing. Plumbing’s very important.

Cathica: How come it’s giving you the code?
The Doctor: Someone up there likes me.
The Editor (observing from floor 500) laughs

The Editor: Create a climate of fear and it’s easy to keep the borders closed. It’s just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough can destabilize an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote.
Rose: So all the people on Earth are like, slaves.
The Editor: Well, now. There’s an interesting point. Is a slave a slave if he doesn’t know he’s enslaved?
The Doctor: Yes.
The Editor: Oh. I was hoping for a philosophical debate. Is that all I’m going to get? “Yes.”?
The Doctor: Yes.
The Editor: You’re no fun.
The Doctor: Let me out of these manacles. You’ll find out how much fun I am.

Rose: What about you? You’re not a jagra- a-belly—
The Doctor: Jagrafess.
Rose: You’re not a jagrafess. You’re human.
The Editor: Yeah, well, simply being human doesn’t pay very well.

The Doctor to Rose: You and your boyfriends!

The Doctor: Oy, mate. You wanna bank on a certainty? Massive heat and massive body: massive bad. See you in the headlines!

Father’s Day

Rose: It’s so weird. The day my father died. I thought it’d be all sort of grim and stormy. It’s just another day.
The Doctor: The past is another country. 1987’s just the Isle of Wight.

The Doctor: When we met, I said “Travel with me in space.” You said no. Then I said “Time machine”.
Rose: It wasn’t some big plan. I just saw it happening and I thought, I can stop it.
The Doctor: I did it again. I picked another stupid ape. I should have known. It’s not about showing you the universe. It never is. It’s about the universe doing something for you.

The Doctor: I’ve waited a long time to say this. Jackie Tyler, do as I say. Go and check the doors.
Jackie: Yes, sir.
The Doctor: I should have done that ages ago.

The Doctor: Time’s been damaged and they’ve come to sterilize the wound. By consuming everything inside.
Rose: Is this because… Is this my fault?

Stewart Hoskins: Mister…?
The Doctor: Doctor.
Stewart Hoskins: You seem to know what’s going on.
The Doctor: I give that impression, yeah.

The Doctor to Baby Rose: Now Rose, you’re not going to bring about the end of the world. Are you?

The Empty Child

Rose: What’s the emergency?
The Doctor: It’s mauve.
Rose: Mauve?
The Doctor: Universally recognized color for danger.
Rose: What happened to red?
The Doctor: That’s just humans. By everyone else’s standards, red’s camp. Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing. It’s got a very basic flight computer. I’ve hacked in, slaved the TARDIS. Wherever it goes, we go.
Rose: And it’s safe, is it?
The Doctor: Totally. things go awry. Okay, reasonably. I should have said reasonably there.

The Doctor: Know how long you can knock around space without having to bump into Earth?
Rose: Five days? Or is it when we’re out of milk?
The Doctor: All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.

Rose: What’s the plan then? You going to do a scan for alien tech or something?
The Doctor: Rose, it hit the middle of London with a very loud bang. I’m going to ask.

Rose: Not very Spock, is it? Just asking.
The Doctor: Door, music, people. What do you think?
Rose: I think you should scan for alien tech. Give me some Spock. For once, would it kill you?
The Doctor about Rose’s Union Jack t-shirt: Are you sure about that t-shirt?
Rose: Too early to say. I’m taking it out for a spin.

The Doctor: Might seem like a stupid question, but has anything fallen from the sky recently? the crowd is confused and then starts laughing Sorry, have I said something funny?

The Doctor to the cat: You know, one day— Just one day, maybe, I’m going to meet somebody who gets the whole “Don’t wander off” thing. Nine hundred years of phonebox travel, it’s the only thing left to surprise me. The phonebox rings.

The Doctor: So that’s what you do, is it, Nancy?
Nancy: What is?
The Doctor: As soon as the sirens go, you find a big fat family meal, still warm on the table with everyone down in the air raid shelter and bingo! Feeding frenzy for the homeless kids of Londontown. Puddings for all. As long as the bombs don’t get you.
Nancy: Something wrong with that?
The Doctor: Wrong with it? It’s brilliant. I’m not sure if it’s Marxism in action or a West End musical.

Nancy: Why’d you follow me? What d’you want?
The Doctor: I want to know how a phone that isn’t a phone gets a phone call.

Nancy: You mustn’t let him touch ya!
The Doctor: And what happens if he touches me?
Nancy: He’ll make you like him.
The Doctor: And what’s he like?
Nancy: I’ve gotta go.
The Doctor: Nancy, what’s he like?
Nancy: He’s empty.

The Doctor: Amazing.
Nancy: What is?
The Doctor: 1941. Right now, not very far from here, the German war machine is rolling up the map of Europe. Country after country, falling like dominos. Nothing can stop it—nothing. Until one tiny, damp little island says “No”. “No. Not here”. A mouse in front of a lion. You’re amazing, the lot of you. I don’t know what you do to Hitler, but you frighten the hell out of me.

The Doctor: You’re very sick.
Dr. Constantine: Dying, I should think. I just haven’t been able to find the time. Are you a doctor?
The Doctor: I have my moments.

Dr. Constantine: Before this war began I was a father and a grandfather. Now I am neither. But still a doctor.
The Doctor: Yeah. I know the feeling.

The Doctor: Mr. Spock?
Rose: What was I supposed to say? You don’t have a name. Don’t you ever get tired of Doctor? Doctor who?
The Doctor: Nine centuries and I’m coping.

The Doctor Dances

The Doctor: Go to your room! Go to your room! I mean it. I’m very very angry with you. I’m very very cross! Go to your room! the infected patients go back to bed. I’m really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.

Jack: I don’t know what’s happening here, but believe me, I had nothing to do with it.
The Doctor: I’ll tell you what’s happening. You forgot to set your alarm clock. It’s Volcano Day.

The Doctor: Sonic Blaster. 54th century. Weapons factory at Villengard?
Jack: You’ve been to the factories?
The Doctor: Once.
Jack: Well they’re gone now. Destroyed. Main reactor went critical. Vaporized the lot.
The Doctor: Like I said: once. There’s a banana grove there now. I like bananas. Bananas are good.

The Doctor: Can you sense it?
Jack: Sense what?
The Doctor: Coming out of the walls. Can you feel it? Funny little human brains, how do you get around in those things?
Rose: When he’s stressed he likes to insult species.
The Doctor: Rose, I’m thinking.
Rose: Cuts himself shaving, does half an hour on lifeforms he’s cleverer than.
The Doctor: There are these children, living rough around the bomb sites. They come out during air raids, looking for food. Suppose they were there when this thing—whatever it was—landed.
Jack: It was a med ship. It was harmless.
The Doctor: Yes, you keep saying. Harmless. Suppose one of them was affected. Altered.
Rose: Altered how?
The child: I’m here!
The Doctor: It’s afraid. Terribly afraid and powerful. It doesn’t know it yet, but it will do. It’s got the power of a god and I just sent it to its room.
Rose: Doctor.
The child: I’m here! Can’t you see me?
Rose: What’s that noise?
The Doctor: End of the tape. It ran out about 30 seconds ago.
The child: I’m here now! Can’t you see me?
The Doctor: I sent it to its room. This is its room.
The child: Are you my mummy?

The Doctor: Go now! Don’t drop the banana!
Jack: Why not?
The Doctor: Good source of potassium!

Jack: Who has a sonic screwdriver?
The Doctor: I do!
Jack: Who looks at a screwdriver and thinks, “Ooh, this could be a little more sonic.”?
The Doctor: What, you’ve never been bored? Never had a long night? Never had a lot of cabinets to put up?

The Doctor: Come on, we’re not done yet. Assets! Assets!
Jack: Well, I’ve got a banana and in a pinch you could put up some shelves.

The Doctor: Okay, one, we’ve got to get out of here. Two, we can’t get out of here. Have I missed anything?
Rose: Yeah. Jack just disappeared.

Rose: Okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. Why is it always the great looking ones who do that?
The Doctor: I’m making an effort not to be insulted.
Rose: I mean… men.
The Doctor: Okay, thanks. That really helped.

The Doctor: You just assume I don’t dance.
Rose: What? Are you telling me you do dance?
The Doctor: Nine hundred years old, me. I’ve been around a bit. I think you can assume at some point I’ve danced.
Rose: You?
The Doctor: Problem?
Rose: Doesn’t the universe implode or something if you dance?
The Doctor: Well I’ve got the moves but I wouldn’t want to boast.
Rose: You’ve got the moves? Show me your moves.
The Doctor: Rose, I’m trying to resonate concrete.
Rose: Jack will be back. He’ll get us out. The world doesn’t end because the Doctor dances.

The Doctor: I’ve travelled with a lot of people, but you’re setting new records for jeopardy-friendly.

The Doctor: We were talking about dancing.
Captain Jack: It didn’t look like talking.
Rose: Didn’t feel like dancing.

The Doctor: Relax. He’s a 51st century guy. He’s just a bit more flexible when it comes to dancing.

Nancy: It’s my fault.
The Doctor: No.
Nancy: It is. It’s all my fault.
The Doctor: How can it be y—
The Empty Child: Mummy. Mummy.

The Doctor: Nancy, what age are you? Twenty? Twenty-one? Older than you look, yes?
Jack: Doctor, that bomb— we’ve got seconds.
Rose: You can teleport us out.
Jack: Not you guys. The Navcom’s back online. Gonna take too long to override the protocols.
The Doctor: So it’s Volcano Day. Do what you’ve got to do.
Rose: Jack!

The Doctor: How old were you five years ago? Fifteen? Sixteen? Old enough to give birth, anyway. He’s not your brother, is he? A teenage single mother in 1941. So you hid. You lied. You even lied to him.
Jamie: Are you my mummy?
The Doctor: He’s going to keep asking, Nancy. He’s never going to stop. Tell him. Nancy, the future of the human race is in your hands. Trust me. And tell him.
Jamie: Are you my mummy? Are you my mummy?
Nancy: Yes. Yes, I am your mummy.
Jamie: Mummy?
Nancy: I’m here.
Jamie: Are you my mummy?
Nancy: I’m here.
Jamie: Are you my mummy?

The Doctor: He doesn’t understand. There’s not enough of him left.

Rose: What’s happening? Doctor, it’s changing her. We should—
The Doctor: Shh! Come on, please. Come on, you clever little nanogenes! Figure it out. The mother. She’s the mother. It’s gotta be enough information. Figure it out.
Rose: What’s happening?
The Doctor: Look! See! Recognizing the same DNA.

The Doctor: Oh come on. Give me a day like this. Give me this one. Welcome back! Twenty years ’til pop music. You’re gonna love it!
Nancy: What happened?
The Doctor: The nanogenes recognized the superior information—the parent DNA. They didn’t change you because you changed them! Mother knows best!

Rose: Doctor, that bomb.
The Doctor: Taken care of it.
Rose: How?
The Doctor: Psychology.

Rose: What are you doing?
The Doctor: Software patch. Gonna email the upgrade. You want moves, Rose? I’ll give you moves. Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!

The Doctor: History says there was an explosion here. Who am I to argue with history?
Rose: Usually the first in line.

Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you’re Father Christmas!
The Doctor: Who says I’m not? Red bicycle when you were twelve.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this.
Rose: Doctor—
The Doctor: Go on, ask me anything. I’m on fire!
Rose: What about Jack? Why’d he say goodbye?

The Doctor: Close the door, will you? Your ship’s about to blow up. There’s gonna be a draft.

Rose: Welcome to the TARDIS.
Jack: Much bigger on the inside.
The Doctor: You better be.
Rose: I think what the Doctor is trying to say is, you may cut in.
The Doctor: Rose, I’ve just remembered.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: I can dance. I can dance!
Rose: Actually, Doctor, I thought Jack might like this dance.
The Doctor: I’m sure he would Rose. I’m absolutely certain. But who with?

Boom Town

Jack about Rose and Mickey: Aw, sweet. Look at these two. How come I never get any of that?
The Doctor: Buy me a drink first.
Jack: Such hard work.
The Doctor: But worth it.

Secretary: The Lord Mayor says, Thank you for popping by. She’d love to have a chat but she’s up to her eyes in paperwork. Perhaps if you could make an appointment for next week.
The Doctor: She’s climbing out the window, isn’t she?
Secretary: Yes she is.

The Doctor: How did you think of the name?
Margaret: What, Blaidd Drwg? It’s Welsh.
The Doctor: I know. But how did you think of it?
Margaret: Chose it at random, that’s all. I don’t know. Just sounded good. Does it matter?
The Doctor: Blaidd Drwg.
Rose: What’s it mean?
The Doctor: Bad Wolf.
Rose: But I’ve heard that before, “Bad Wolf”. I’ve heard that lots of times.
The Doctor: Everywhere we go, two words, following us: “Bad Wolf”
Rose: How can they be following us?
The Doctor less than convincingly: Nah! Just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind.

Margaret: Take me home and you take me to death.
The Doctor: Not my problem.

Margaret: This is the technology of the gods.
The Doctor: Don’t worship me, I’d make a very bad god. wouldn’t get a day off for starters.

The Doctor: Would you like to come out to dinner? My treat.
Margaret: Dinner and bondage. Works for me.

The Doctor: You’re pleading for mercy out of a dead woman’s lips.

Margaret: I spared her life.
The Doctor: You let one of them go but that’s nothing new. Every now and then a little victim’s spared because she smiled, ’cause he’s got freckles. ‘Cause they begged. And that’s how you live with yourself. That’s how you slaughter millions. Because once in awhile—on a whim, if the wind’s in the right direction—you happen to be kind.
Margaret: Only a killer would know that.

The Doctor: Of course opening the rift means you’ll pull the ship apart.
Margaret: So sue me.
The Doctor: It’s not just any old power source. It’s the TARDIS. My TARDIS. The best ship in the Universe.
Margaret: It’ll make wonderful scrap.
Rose: What’s that light?
The Doctor: The heart of the TARDIS. This ship’s alive. You’ve opened its soul.
Margaret: It’s so bright.
The Doctor: Look at it, Margaret.
Margaret: Beautiful.
The Doctor: Look inside, Blon Fel-Fotch. Look at the light.

Bad Wolf

Finding himself in the Big Brother house:
Overhead Voice: Would the Doctor please come to the Diary Room. He does. You are live on Channel 44,000. Please do not swear.
The Doctor: You have got to be kidding.

The Doctor: Oh, Lynda with a Y. Sweet little Lynda. I’m not just some passing traveller. No stupid little transmat gets inside my ship. That beam is fifteen million times more powerful. Which means, this isn’t just a game. There’s something else going on. Well, here’s the latest update from the Big Brother house. I’m getting out, I’m going to find my friends. And then I’m going to find you.

Housemate: There are 60 Big Brother houses, all running at once.
The Doctor: How many, 60?
Housemate: They’ve had to cut back. It’s not what it was.
The Doctor: It’s a charnel house! What about the winners? What do they get?
Lynda: They get to live.
The Doctor: Is that it?
Lynda: Well isn’t that enough?

The Doctor: Lynda, you’re sweet. From what I’ve seen of your world, do you think anybody votes for sweet?

Lynda: You were here a hundred years ago?
The Doctor: Yep.
Lynda: You’re looking good on it.
The Doctor: I moisturize.

The Doctor: The human race, brainless sheep being fed on a diet of— mind you, have you still got that program where three people have to live with a bear?

Jack: Captain Jack Harkness.
Lynda: Lynda Moss.
Jack: Nice to meet you, Lynda Moss.
The Doctor: You mind flirting outside?
Jack: I was just saying hello.
The Doctor: For you that’s flirting.
Lynda: I’m not complaining.
Jack: Muchas gracias. kisses her hand.

The Doctor: This place should be a base of broadcasting. But the systems are twice as complicated. It’s more than just television. This station’s transmitting something else.
Captain Jack: Like what?
The Doctor: I don’t know. This whole Bad Wolf thing is tied up with me. Someone’s manipulating my entire life.

The Doctor, Jack and Lynda find themselves in a holding cell
The Doctor to Captain Jack: Let’s do it.

The Doctor: Who’s in charge of this place? This satellite’s more than a game station. Who killed Rose Tyler? I want an answer!
Male Lackey: She can’t reply. The Doctor turns to him. Don’t shoot!
The Doctor: Oh, don’t be so fey. Like I was ever going to shoot. throws him the gun. Captain, we’ve got more guards on the way up. Secure the exits.
Captain Jack: Yes, sir.
The Doctor: You, what were you saying?
Male Lackey: But… I’ve got your gun.
The Doctor: Okay, so shoot me. Why can’t she answer?
Male Lackey: She’s, uh… Can I put this down?
The Doctor: If you want. Just hurry up.

Lackey: If you’re not holding us hostage then open the door and let us out. The staff are terrified!
The Doctor: That’s the same staff who execute hundreds of contestants every day.
Lackey: That’s not our fault. We’re just doing our jobs.
The Doctor: And with that sentence you just lost the right to even talk to me. Now back off!

The Doctor: Someone’s been playing a long game. Controlling the human race from behind the scenes for generations.

The Doctor: There’s something sitting right on top of planet Earth, but it’s completely invisible. If I cancel the signal—
The Dalek ships appear
Captain Jack: That’s impossible. I know those ships. They were destroyed.
The Doctor: Appears though they’ve survived.
Lynda: Who did? Who are they?
The Doctor: Two hundred ships. More than two thousand on board each one. That’s just about half-a-million of them.
Davitch Pavale : Half-a-million what?
The Doctor: Daleks.

Dalek: I will talk to the Doctor.
The Doctor: Oh will you? That’s nice. Hello!
Dalek: The Dalek stratagem nears completion. The fleet is almost ready. You will not intervene.
The Doctor: Oh really? Why’s that, then?
Dalek: We have your associate. You will obey or she will be exterminated.
The Doctor: No.
Dalek: Explain yourself.
The Doctor: I said “no.”
Dalek: What is the meaning of this negative?
The Doctor: It means “no.”
Dalek: But she will be destroyed!
The Doctor: No! ‘Cause this is what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna rescue her. I’m gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I’m gonna save the Earth. And then—just to finish off—I’m gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!
Dalek: But you have no weapons, no defenses, no plan.
The Doctor: Yeah! And doesn’t that scare you to death. Rose?
Rose: Yes Doctor?
The Doctor: I’m coming to get you.

The Parting of the Ways

Rose: You did it. Feels like I haven’t seen you in years.
The Doctor: I told you I’d come and get you.
Rose: I never doubted it.
The Doctor: I did.

Captain Jack: One minute they’re the greatest threat in the Universe, the next minute they vanished out of time and space.
The Doctor: They went off to fight a bigger war. The Time War.
Captain Jack: I thought that was just a legend.
The Doctor: I was there. The war between the Daleks and the Time Lords. With the whole of creation at stake. My people were destroyed, but they took the Daleks with them. I almost thought it was worth it. Now it turns out they died for nothing.
Rose: There’s thousands of them now. We could hardly stop one. What are we going to do?
The Doctor: No good stood around here, chin waggin’. Human race should gossip all day. Daleks have got the answers, let’s go meet the neighbors!

The Doctor: Is that it? Useless! Nul points. It’s alright, c’mon out. That force field can hold back anything.
Captain Jack: Almost anything.
The Doctor: Yes, but I wasn’t going to tell them that. Thanks.
Captain Jack: Sorry.

The Doctor: You know what they call me in the ancient legends on the Dalek home world? “The Oncoming Storm”. You might have removed all your emotions, but I reckon right down deep in your DNA there’s one little spark left. And that’s fear. Doesn’t it just burn when you face me?

The Dalek Emperor: Do not interrupt! Do not interrupt!
The Doctor: I think you’re forgetting something. I’m the Doctor and if there’s one thing I can do it’s talk. I’ve got give billion languages and you haven’t got one way of stopping me. So if anybody’s gonna shut up, it’s you!

The Dalek Emperor: I am the god of all Daleks.
Daleks: Worship him! Worship him!
The Doctor: They’re insane. Hiding in silence for hundreds of years, that’s enough to drive anyone mad. But it’s worse than that. Driven
mad by your own flesh. The stink of humanity. You hate your own existence. And that makes them more deadly than ever.

The Doctor: If I’m very clever—and I’m more than clever, I’m brilliant—I might just save the world.
Or rip it apart.
Rose: I’ll go for the first one.
The Doctor: Me too. Now, I’ve just got to go and power up the game station. Hold on!
And with that the Doctor sends Rose back to her time

The Doctor (hologram): This is Emergency Program One. Rose, now listen. This is important. If this message
is activated then it can only mean one thing: we must be in danger. And I mean fatal. I’m dead, or about to die any second with no chance of escape—
Rose: No!
The Doctor (hologram): —and that’s okay. I hope it’s a good death. But I promised to look after you and that’s what I’m doing. The TARDIS is taking you home—
Rose: I won’t let you.
The Doctor (hologram): —And I bet you’re fussing and moaning now. Typical. But just hold on and listen a bit more. The TARDIS can never return for me. Emergency Program One means I’m facing an enemy that should never get their hands on this machine. So this is what you should do: let the TARDIS die. Just let this old box gather dust. No one can open it, no one will even notice it. Let it become a strange little thing standing on a street corner. And over the years the world will move on and the box will be buried. And if you want to remember me, then you can do one thing. That’s all. One thing. The hologram turns to look at Rose. Have a good life. Do that for me, Rose. Have a fantastic life.

The Doctor to the Dalek: The whole universe is in danger if I let you live. D’you see, Jack? That’s the decision I’ve got to make for every living thing. Die as a human or live as a Dalek. What would you do?
Captain Jack: You sent her home. She’s safe. Keep working.
Dalek Emperor: But he will exterminate you!
Captain Jack: Never doubted him, never will.

The Doctor: Now you tell me, god of all Daleks, ’cause there’s one thing I never worked out. The words Bad Wolf. Spread across time and space. Everywhere. Drawing me in. How’d you manage that?
Dalek Emperor: I did nothing.
The Doctor: Oh c’mon, there’s no secrets now, your worship.
Dalek Emperor: They’re no part of my design. This is the truth of god.

The Doctor: You really want to think about this. Because if I activate the signal, every living creature dies.
Dalek Emperor: I am immortal.
The Doctor: D’you want to put that to the test?
Dalek Emperor: I want to see you become like me. Hail the Doctor! The great exterminator!
The Doctor: I’ll do it!
Dalek Emperor: Then prove yourself, Doctor. What are you? Coward or killer?
The Doctor: Coward. Any day.

Rose: I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here.
The Doctor: Rose, you’ve got to stop this! You’ve got to stop this now! You’ve got the entire vortex running through your head. You’re going to burn.
Rose: I want you safe, my doctor. Protected from the false god.
Dalek Emperor: You can not hurt me. I am immortal.
Rose: You are tiny. I can see the whole of time and space. Every single atom of your existence. And I divide them. Everything must come to death. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends.

The Doctor: You really want to think about this. Because if I activate the signal, every living creature dies.
Dalek Emperor: I am immortal.
The Doctor: D’you want to put that to the test?
Dalek Emperor: I want to see you become like me. Hail the Doctor! The great exterminator!
The Doctor: I’ll do it!
Dalek Emperor: Then prove yourself, Doctor. What are you? Coward or killer?
The Doctor: Coward. Any day.

The Doctor: What have you done?!
Rose: I looked into the TARDIS. And the TARDIS looked into me.
The Doctor: You looked into the Time Vortex. Rose, no one’s meant to see that.

Rose: I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here.
The Doctor: Rose, you’ve got to stop this! You’ve got to stop this now! You’ve got the entire vortex running through your head. You’re gonna burn.
Rose: I want you safe. My Doctor. Protected from the false god.
Dalek Emperor: You can not hurt me. I am immortal.
Rose: You are tiny. I can see the whole of time and space. Every single atom of your existence. And I divide them. Everything must come to death. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends.

Rose: I can see everything. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be.
The Doctor: That’s what I see. All the time. And doesn’t it drive you mad?
Rose: My head—
The Doctor: Come here.
Rose: —is killing me.
The Doctor: I think you need a doctor.

The Doctor: Rose Tyler. I was going to take you to so many places. Barcelona. Not the city Barcelona, the planet Barcelona. You’d love it. Fantastic place. They’ve got dogs with no noses. Imagine how many times a day you end up telling that joke. And it’s still funny.
Rose: Then why can’t we go?
The Doctor: Maybe you will. Maybe I will. But not like this.
Rose: You’re not making sense.
The Doctor: I might never make sense again.
I might have two heads. Or no head. Imagine me with no head! And don’t say that’s an improvement. But it’s a bit dodgy, this process. You never know what you’re going to end up with.

Rose: Tell me what’s going on.
The Doctor: I absorbed all the energy of the Time Vortex and no one’s meant to do that. Every cell in my body’s dying.
Rose: Can’t you do something?
The Doctor: Yeah. Doing it now. Time Lord’s have this sort of trick. It’s our little way of cheating death. Except… it means I’m gonna change. And I’m not gonna see you again. Not like this. Not with this daft old face. And before I go—
Rose: Don’t say that!
The Doctor
: Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I.