Doctor Who Other Characters

Series 5

2010.04.03    

The Eleventh Hour

Dr. Ramstead: So. They all called out at once. That’s what you’re saying. All of them. All the coma patients. You do understand that these people are all comatose, don’t you?
Rory Williams: Yes, Dr. Ramstead.
Dr. Ramstead: Then why are you wasting my time?
Rory: Because they called out for you.

The Doctor: You came to this world by opening a crack in space and time. Do it again. Just leave.
Prisoner Zero: I did not open the crack.
The Doctor: Somebody did.
Prisoner Zero: The cracks in the skin of the Universe. Don’t you know where they came from? You don’t, do you? The Doctor in the TARDIS doesn’t know. Doesn’t know doesn’t know! The Universe is cracked. The Pandorica will open, silence will fall.

Prisoner Zero: Silence, Doctor. Silence will fall!

The Beast Below

Mandy: You got a zero, didn’t you?
Timmy: Yeah. So?
Mandy: You’ll have to walk home then.
Timmy: Walk to London? That’s twenty decks!
Mandy: You can’t ride a Vator with a zero. You know what happens. You’ll get sent below.

Vator: Welcome to Vatorverse. Sponsored by McClintock’s Candy Burgers.

Poem Girl: A horse and a man. Above below. One has a plan but both must go. Mile after mile, above beneath. One has a smile and one has teeth. Though the man above might say hello expect no love from the beast below.

Winder: Sorry to interrupt. There’s been a sighting. London Block. Oxford Street. A man.
Liz Ten: Did he do the thing?
Winder: Apparently.

Mandy: You sound Scottish.
Amy: I am Scottish. What’s wrong with that? Scotland’s gotta be here somewhere.
Mandy: No. They wanted their own ship.
Amy: Good for them. Nothing changes.

Liz Ten: The impossible truth. In a glass of water. Not many people see it. But you do. Don’t you, Doctor.
The Doctor: You know me.
Liz Ten: Keep your voice down. They’re everywhere. Tell me what you see in the glass.
The Doctor: Who says I see anything?
Liz Ten: Don’t waste time. At the marketplace. You
placed a glass of water on the floor, looked at it, then came straight here to the engine room. Why?
The Doctor: No engine vibration on deck. Ship this size, engine this big, you’d feel it. The water would move. So. I thought I’d take a look.

The Doctor: Who are you? How do I find you again?
Liz Ten: I am Liz Ten. And I will find you.

Starship UK Video: You are here because you want to know the truth about this starship. And I am talking to you because you’re entitled to know. When this presentation is finished, you have a choice. You may either protest. Or forget. If you choose to protest understand this: if just 1% of the population of the ship do likewise the program will be discontinued with consequences for you all. If you choose to accept the situation—and we hope that you will—then press the forget button. All the information that I’m about to give you will be erased from your memory. You will continue to enjoy the safety and amenities of Starship UK, unburdened by the knowledge of what has been done to save you. Here then, is the truth about Starship UK and the price that has been paid for the safety of the British people. May God have mercy on our souls.

Liz Ten: Lovely hair Amy. Sorry about the sick.

Liz Ten: What’s the big fella doing here?
The Doctor: You’re over 16. You voted. Whatever this is, you’ve chosen to forget about it.
Liz Ten: No. Never forgot. Never voted. Not technically a British subject.
The Doctor: Then who and what are you and why do you know me?
Liz Ten: You’re a bit hard to miss, love. Mysterious stranger. M.O. consistent with higher alien intelligence. Hair of an idiot. I’ve been brought up on the stories. My whole family was.

Liz Ten: The Doctor. Old drinking buddy of Henry Twelve. Tea and scones with Liz Two. Vicky was a bit on the fence about you, wasn’t she? Knighted and Exiled you on the same day. And so much for the Virgin Queen. You bad, bad boy!
The Doctor: Liz Ten.
Liz Ten: Liz Ten yeah. Elizabeth the Tenth. And down! shoots the weird guys. I’m the bloody queen, mate. Basically: I rule.

Amy: Doctor?
The Doctor: Oh Amy. We should never have come here.

Amy: And you always wear this in public?
Liz Ten: Undercover’s not easy when you’re me. The autographs. The bunting.

Liz Ten: Who did this?
Winder: We act on instructions from the highest authority.
Liz Ten: I am the highest authority. The creature will be released. Now. I said now! Is anyone listening to me?
The Doctor: Liz. Your mask.
Liz Ten: What about my mask?
The Doctor: Look at it. It’s old. At least about two hundred years old, I’d say.
Liz Ten: Yeah. It’s an antique. So.
The Doctor: Yeah. An antique. Made my craftsmen over two hundred years ago and perfectly sculpted to your face. The slowed your body clock alright. But you’re not fifty. You’re 300.

Liz Ten: If you are watching this. If I am watching this, then you have found your way to the Tower of London.

Liz Ten: If you wish our voyage to continue, then you must press the forget button. Be again the heart of this nation. Untainted. If not, press the other button. Your reign will end, the Star Whale will be released. And our ship will disintegrate. I hope I keep the strength to make the right decision.

Poem Girl: In bed above or deep asleep. While greater love lies further deep. This dream must end, this world must know. We all depend on the beast below.

Victory of the Daleks

Winston Churchill: How many?
Looks like a dozen tanks at least, sir. Messerschmitt flank.
Winston Churchill: Out of range?
Bree: Normally, sir. Yeah.
Winston Churchill: Well then. Time to roll out the secret weapon.

Churchill: So you’ve changed your face again.
The Doctor: Yeah. Had a bit of work done.

Churchill: We stand alone at a crossroads, Doctor. Quite alone. With our backs to the wall. Invasion is expected daily. So I will grasp with both hands anything that will give us an advantage over the Nazi menace.
The Doctor: Such as?
Churchill: Follow me.

Churchill: Doctor! This is Professor Edwin Bracewell. Head of our Ironsides Project.

Amy: What was that?
The Doctor: That wasn’t human. That was never human technology. That sounded like—
Shouldn’t be. Show me! Show me what that was!
Professor Edwin Bracewell: Advance.
Churchill: Our new secret weapon! What do you think? Quite something, eh?

The Doctor: What are you doing here?
Dalek: I am your soldier.
The Doctor: What?
Dalek: I am your soldier.

The Doctor: He didn’t invent them. They’re alien.
Churchill: Alien?
The Doctor: Totally hostile.
Churchill: Precisely. They will win me the war.

The Doctor: Listen to me. Just listen. The daleks have no conscience. No mercy. No pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You can not trust them.
Churchill: If Hitler invaded hell I would give a favorable reference to the Devil.

The Doctor: You are everything I despise. The worst sin in all creation. I’ve defeated you time and time again. I’ve defeated. I’ve sent you back into the Void. I’ve saved the whole reality from you. I am the Doctor and you are the Daleks!
Dalek: Correct! Review testimony.
The Doctor: What are you talking about, testimony?
Dalek: Transmit testimony now.
The Doctor: Transmit what where?

Amy: Well what does he expect us to do now?
Churchill: KBO, of course!
Amy: What?
Churchill: “Keep Buggering On.”

The Doctor: What are you doing?
Dalek: Withdraw now or the city dies in flames!
The Doctor: Who are you kidding? This ship is a wreck. You don’t have the power to destroy London.
Dalek: Watch as the humans destroy themselves.

Churchill: I don’t give a damn if you’re a machine, Bracewell. Are you a man?

The Doctor: Either you turn off your clever machine or I’ll blow you and your new paradigm into eternity.
Dalek: And yourself?
The Doctor: Occupational hazard!
Dalek: Scan reveals nothing. TARDIS self-destruct device non-existent.
The Doctor: Alright, it’s a Jammie Dodger. But I was promised tea!

The Time of Angels

Alistair: The party’s over, Dr. Song. Yet still you’re on board.
Dr. River Song: Sorry Alistair. I needed to see what was in your vault. Do you all know what’s down there? Any of you? Because I’ll tell you something, this ship won’t reach its destination.
Alistair to the guards: Wait ’til she runs. Don’t make it look like an execution.

Father Octavian: Has Dr. Song explained what we’re dealing with here?
River: Doctor, what do you know of the Weeping Angels?

The Doctor: Catacombs. Probably dark ones. Dark catacombs. Great.
Octavian: Technically, I think it’s called a “Maze of the Dead”.
The Doctor: You can stop anytime you like.

Octavian: A stone angel on the loose amongst stone statues. Lot harder than I prayed for.
River: A needle in a haystack.
The Doctor: A needle that looks like hay. A hay-like needle of death. A hay-like needle of death in a haystack of… statues. No, yours is fine.

Octavian: He doesn’t know yet, does he? Who and what you are.
River: It’s too early in his time stream.
Octavian: Well make sure he doesn’t work it out. Or he’s not going to help us.
River: I won’t let you down. Believe you me, I have no intention of going back to prison.

The Doctor: ‘Course then they started having laws against self-marrying. I mean, what was that about? But that’s the church for you. Ah, no offense. Bishop.
Octavian: Quite a lot taken if that’s all right, Doctor.

The Doctor: Nobody move! Nobody move. Everyone stay exactly where they are. Bishop, I am truly sorry I’ve made a mistake and we are all in terrible danger.
Octavian: What danger?
River: The Aplans.
Octavian: The Aplans?
River: They’ve got two heads.
Octavian: Yes, I get that. So?
The Doctor: So why don’t the statues.

The Doctor: Bob. Sacred Bob. It’s me, the Doctor. Where are you now?
Octavian: I’m talking—
The Doctor: Yep yep yep. Shut up.
Bob: I’m on my way up to you, sir. I’m homing in on your signal.
The Doctor: Well done, Bob. Scared keeps you fast. Told you didn’t I. Your friends, Bob. What did the Angels do to them?
Bob: Snapped their necks, sir.
The Doctor: See that’s odd. That’s not how the Angels kill you. They displace you in time unless they needed bodies for something.
Octavian: Bob. Did you check their data banks for vital signs? We may be able to initiate a rescue.
The Doctor: Oh don’t be an idiot! The Angels don’t need you alive. Bob, keep running. But tell me, how did you escape?
Bob: I didn’t escape, sir. The Angel killed me too.
The Doctor: What do you mean, the Angel killed you too?
Bob: Snapped my neck sir. Wasn’t as painless as I expected but it was pretty quick, so that was something.
The Doctor: If you’re dead how can I be talking to you?
Bob: You’re not talking to me sir. The Angel has no voice. They stripped my cerebral cortex from my body and reanimated a version of my consciousness to communicate with you. Sorry about the confusion.
The Doctor: So when you say “you’re”
on your way up to us…
Bob: It’s the Angel that’s coming sir, yes.

The Doctor: Okay. The Angels have made their second mistake because I’m not going to let that pass. I’m sorry you’re dead, Bob, but I swear to whatever is left of you they will be sorrier.
Angel Bob: But you’re trapped sir. And about to die.
The Doctor: Yeah. Trapped. And you know what? Speaking of traps, this trap’s got a great big mistake in it. A great big whopping mistake!
Angel Bob: What mistake sir?

Flesh and Stone

The Doctor: I’ll need to route the power in this section through the door control.
Octavian: Good. Fine. Do it.
The Doctor: Including the lights. All of them. I’ll need to turn out the lights.
Octavian: How
long for?
The Doctor: Fraction of a second. Maybe longer. Maybe quite a bit longer.
Octavian: Maybe?
The Doctor: Well I’m guessing. We’re being attacked by statues in a crashed ship. There isn’t a manual for this!

Octavian: Dr. Song, I’ve lost good clerics today. You trust this man?
River: I absolutely trust him.
Octavian: He’s not some kind of mad man then?
River: I absolutely trust him.

Angel Bob: The Angels are feasting sir. Soon we’ll be able to absorb enough power to consume this vessel, this world and all the stars and worlds beyond.
The Doctor: Well, we’ve got comfy chairs, did I mention?
Angel Bob: We have no need of comfy chairs.
The Doctor to Amy: I made him say “comfy chairs”.

The Doctor: Here’s what I want to know. What have you done to Amy?
Angel Bob: There’s something in her eye.
The Doctor: What’s in her eye?
Angel Bob: We are.

Octavian: Before you go—
The Doctor: I’m not going.
Octavian: Listen to me! It’s important. You can’t trust her.
The Doctor: Trust who?
Octavian: River Song. You think you know her, but you don’t. You don’t understand who or what she is.
The Doctor: Then tell me.
Octavian: I’ve told you more than I should. Now please. You have to go. It’s your duty to your friends.
The Doctor: Just tell me why she was in Stormcage.
Octavian: She killed a man. A good man. A hero to many.

Octavian: Sir, the Angels are coming. You have to leave me!
The Doctor: You’ll die.
Octavian: I will die in the knowledge that my courage did not desert me at the end. For that I thank God. And bless the path that takes you to safety.
The Doctor: I wish I’d known you better.
Octavian: I think, sir, you know me at my best.
The Doctor: Ready?
Octavian: Content.

Vampires of Venice

Venice 1580

Guido about his daughter: Signora, she is my world.
Signora Rosanna Calvierri: Then we will take your world.

The Doctor: Who are those girls?
Guido: I thought everyone knew about the Calvierri School.
The Doctor: My first day here, it’s okay. So parents do all sorts of things to get children into good schools. They move house, they change religion. So why are you trying to get her out?
Guido: Something happens in there. Something magical. Something evil.

The Doctor checking the mirror: Hello Handsome.
The Girls: Who are you?
The Doctor: How are you doing that?! I am loving it! You’re like Houdini, only five slutty, scary girls. And he was shorter—will be shorter. I’m rambling.
The Girls: I’ll ask you again, Signor. Who are you?
The Doctor: Why don’t you check THIS out. Library card. Of course. It’s with {mimes Rory’s nose}. He’s… I need a spare. Pale creepy girls who don’t like sunlight and can’t be seen. Am I thinking what I think I’m thinking? But the city, why shut down the city? Unless—
The Girls: Leave now Signor, or we shall call for the steward. If you’re lucky.
The Doctor: Tell me the whole plan! {silence} One day that’ll work. Listen, I would love to stay here. This whole— I’m thrilled. Oh, this is Christmas!

Rosanna: Psychic paper. Did you really think that would work on me?

Rosanna: Where are you from? Did you fall through the chasm?
Francesco: Mother. This is pointless. Let’s just start the process.
Rosanna: Hold your tongue, Francesco! I need to know what this girl is doing in the world of savages with psychic paper. Who are you with? See, I scarcely believe your idiot brother sent you. What are you doing in my school?
Amy: Okay. I’ll tell you. I’m from Ofsted.

The Doctor: Cab for Amy Pond?
Rosanna: This rescue plan, not exactly water tight is it?

The Doctor: Long way from Saturnyne, aren’t you? Sister of the Water.
Rosanna: No, let me guess. The owner of the psychic paper. Then I take it you’re a refugee like me.
The Doctor: I’ll make you a deal. An answer for an answer.
You’re using a perception filter. It doesn’t change your features but manipulates the brain waves of the person looking at you. Seeing one of you for the first time in, say, a mirror, the brain doesn’t know what to fill the gap with so leaves it blank. Hence no reflection.
Rosanna: Your question?
The Doctor: Why can we see your big teeth?
Rosanna laughing: Self-preservation overrides the mirage. The subconscious perceives the threat and tries to alert the conscious brain.

The Doctor: Where’s Isabella?
Rosanna: My turn. Where are you from?
The Doctor: Gallifrey.
Rosanna: You should be in a museum. Or in a mausoleum.
The Doctor: Why are you here?
Rosanna: We ran from the Silence. Why are you here?
The Doctor: Wedding present. The Silence?
Rosanna: There were cracks. Some were tiny. Some were as big as the sky. Through some we saw worlds, and people. And through others we saw silence. And the end of all things. We fled to a nation like ours. And the crack snapped shut behind us. Saturnyne was lost.
The Doctor: So Earth is to become Saturnyne mark two.
Rosanna: And you can help me. We can build a new society here as others have. What d’you say?
The Doctor: Hm.
Where’s Isabella.
Rosanna: Isabella?
The Doctor: The girl who saved my friend.
Rosanna: Oh, deserters must be executed. Any general will tell you that. I need an answer, Doctor. A partnership. Any which way you chose.
The Doctor: I don’t think that’s such a good idea, do you? I’m a Time Lord. You’re a big fish. Think of the children.

The Doctor: Rosanna, please, help me. There are two hundred thousand people in this city.
Rosanna: So save them.

Rory: This way, you freak! No, you… big stupid great Spongebob…

Rory: Oh, you stink of fish.
Francesco: Well I’m hardly going to smell of cheese and biscuits.

Rosanna: One city to save an entire species. Was that too much to ask?

Rosanna: Tell me Doctor, can your conscience carry the weight of another dead race? Remember us. Dream of us.

Amy’s Choice

The Doctor: Someone—something—is overriding my controls!
Dream Lord: Well that took a while. Honestly, I’d heard such good things. Last of the Time Lords. The Oncoming Storm. Him in the bowtie.
The Doctor: How did you get into my TARDIS? What are you?
Dream Lord: What should we call me? Well. If you’re the Time Lord let’s call me the Dream Lord.
The Doctor: Nice look.
Dream Lord: This? Yeah, I’m not convinced. Bowties?

Dream Lord: Oh Amy. You have to sort your men out. Choose, even.
Amy: I have chosen. Of course, I’ve chosen. It’s you, stupid!
Rory: Oh! Good. Thanks.
Dream Lord: You can’t fool me. I’ve seen your dreams. Some of them twice, Amy. Blimey. I’d blush if I had a blood supply. Or a real face.

The Doctor: Where did you pick up this bad cabaret act?
Dream Lord: Me? Oh, you’re on shaky ground.
The Doctor: Am I?
Dream Lord: If you have any more tawdry quirks you open up have a tawdry quirk shop. The madcap vehicle. The cockamamie hair. The clothes designed by a first-year fashion student. I’m surprised you haven’t got a little purple space dog. Just to ram home what an intergalactic wag you are.

Dream Lord: So here’s your challenge: two worlds. Here, in the time machine. And there, in the village that time forgot. One is real, the other’s… fake. And just to make it more interesting. You’re going to face—in both worlds—a deadly danger. But only one of the danger’s is real. Tweet tweet. Time to sleep. {the birds start} Oh. Or are you waking up.

Dream Lord: Oh this is bad. This is very very bad. You’re brain is see-through.

Dream Lord: Ask me what happens if you die in reality.
Rory: What happens?
Dream Lord: You die, stupid. That’s why it’s called reality.

Dream Lord: There was an old Doctor from Gallifrey/Who ended up throwing his life away
He let down his friends and— {birds} Oh no. We’ve run out of time.

The Doctor: Drop it! Drop all that. I know who you are.
Dream Lord: Of course you don’t.
The Doctor: Of course I do. I’ve no idea how you can be here, but there’s only one person in the Universe that hates me as much as you do.

Dream Lord: Poor Amy. He always leaves you, doesn’t he? Alone in the dark. Never apologizes.
Amy: He doesn’t have to.
Dream Lord: That’s good. Because he never will. And now he’s left you with me. Spooky old not-to-be-trusted me. Anything could happen.
Amy: Who are you and what do you want? The Doctor knows you, but he’s not telling me who you are. And he always does. Takes him awhile sometimes but he tells me. So you’re something different.
Dream Lord: Oh, is that who you think you are? The one he trusts?
Amy: Actually, yes.
Dream Lord: The only girl in the Universe to whom the Doctor tells everything.
Amy: Yes.
Dream Lord: So what’s his name?

Dream Lord: PIck a world and this nightmare will all be over. They’ll listen to you. It’s you they’re waiting for. Amy’s men. Amy’s choice.

Dream Lord: It’s make-your-mind-up time. In both worlds.
The Doctor: Fine. I need to find my friends.
Dream Lord: “Friends”. Is that the right word for the people you acquire? Friends are people you stay in touch with. Your friends never see you again one they’ve grown up. The old man prefers the company of the young, does he not?

Dream Lord: So. You chose this world. Well done. You got it right. And with only seconds left. Fair’s fair. Let’s warm you up. I hope you’ve enjoyed your little fictions. They all came out of your imagination so, ah, I’ll leave you to ponder on that. I have been defeated. I shall withdraw. Farewell.