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Sensorite 1: You're in no position to threaten us.
First Doctor: I don't make threats. But I do keep promises. And I promise you I shall cause you more trouble than you bargained for...
First Doctor: Now listen to me, young man. Sit down. Now, there are two things you can do. One, sit there until you get your breath back, and two, don't call me Doc! Now, do I make myself clear?
Steven: Yes, yes, whatever you say, Doc— Tor!
Polly: But we cannot live with you, you're different! You have no feelings!
Cyberman: "Feelings"? I do not understand that word.
First Doctor: Emotions! Love! Pride! Hate! Fear! Have you no emotions, sir?
(the Second and Third Doctors gives each other a flustered look)
First Doctor: Have you done anything?
Second Doctor: Well... We've, er, assessed the situation.
First Doctor: Just as I thought. (short, dry laughter) Nothing.
[the Doctor tries to put the ring on, but doesn't fit]
Ben: That settles it!
Second Doctor: I'd like to see a butterfly fit into a chrysalis case after it spreads its wings.
Polly: Then you did change.
Second Doctor: Life depends on change, and renewal.
Second Doctor: Yes, Jamie, I believe I have.
Jamie: What are you going to do?
Second Doctor: Bung a rock at it.
Second Doctor: Some sort of official mambo jambo.
Second Doctor: Oh, no, not really. Umm, it's all based on symbolic logic. The same as you use in computers. The opening mechanism for this door — an O.R. gate, you call it.
Eric Klieg: Yes, yes, I can see that, but how did you know in the first place?
Second Doctor: Oh, I use my own special technique.
Eric Klieg: Oh really, Doctor? And may we know what that is?
Second Doctor: Keeping my eyes open, and my mouth shut. (laughs)
Victoria: Yes, I am. At least, I would be if my father were here.
Second Doctor: Yes, I know, I know.
Victoria: I wonder what he would have thought if he could see me now.
Second Doctor: You miss him very much, don't you?
Victoria: It's only when I close my eyes. I can still see him standing there, before those horrible Dalek creatures came to the house. He was a very kind man, I shall never forget him. Never.
Second Doctor: No, of course you won't. But, you know, the memory of him won't always be a sad one.
Victoria: I think it will. You can't understand, being so ancient.
Second Doctor: Eh?
Victoria: I mean old.
Second Doctor: Oh.
Victoria: You probably can't remember your family.
Second Doctor: Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they... they sleep in my mind and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You'll find there's so much else to think about. To remember. Our lives are different to anybody else's. That's the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we're doing.
Eric Klieg: Brilliant! Yes, yes, you're right. Master of the world.
Second Doctor: Well, now I know you're mad, I just wanted to make sure.
Second Doctor: Just act stupid. Do you think you can manage that?
Jamie: Oh, aye, it's easy.
Second Doctor: No, it's quite all right, Jamie. The planet is quite safe. There's only going to be a localized volcanic eruption. It'll only affect the island.
Jamie: Maybe so, but we happen to be on the island.
Second Doctor: Oh, my word! (runs)
Second Doctor: It was the Time Lords!
Zoe: But theyre your own people, aren't they Doctor?
Second Doctor: Yes, that's right.
Jamie: Why did you run away from them in the first place?
Second Doctor: What...? Well... I was bored!
Zoe: What do you mean, you were bored?
Second Doctor: Well, the Time Lords are an immensely civilised race. We can control our own environment, we can live forever, barring accidents, and we have the secret of space time travel.
Jamie: Well, what's so wrong in all that?
Second Doctor: Well, we hardly ever use our great powers. We consent simply to observe and to gather knowledge.
Zoe: And that wasn't enough for you?
Second Doctor: No, of course not. With a whole galaxy to explore? Millions of planets, aeons of time, countless civilisations to meet?
Jamie: Well, why do they object to you doing all that?
Second Doctor: Well, it is a fact, Jamie, that I do tend to get involved with things.
Second Doctor: Me? But I'm allowed everywhere!
Professor Stahlman: And what's that?
Third Doctor: That you, sir, are a nitwit!
Osgood: No, sir.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: Well, when will you be ready, for heaven's sake?!
Third Doctor: About next Christmas, I shouldn't wonder! At a rough estimate, of course.
Third Doctor: I felt like that once when I was young. It was the blackest day of my life.
Third Doctor: Ah, well, that's another story. I'll tell you about it one day. The point is that day was not only my blackest, it was also my best.
Jo: What do you mean?
Third Doctor: Well, when I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. And behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man, a hermit, a monk. He'd lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and he learned the secret of life. So when my black day came I went and asked him to help me.
Jo: He told you the secret? And what was it?
Third Doctor: Oh, I'm coming to that, Jo. In my own time. Ah, I'll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, some few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them, and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey. Well, the tree the old man sat under was ancient and twisted, and the old man himself was as brittle and dry as a leaf in the autumn.
Jo: But what did he say?
Third Doctor: Nothing. Not a word. He just sat there silently, expressionless. He listened whilst I poured out my troubles to him. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. And when I finished, he lifted a skeletal hand, and he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at?
Third Doctor: A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy, it was. Well, I looked at it for a moment, and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel. And the colours the colours were deeper and richer than anything you could possibly imagine. It was the daisiest daisy I'd ever seen.
Jo: And that was the secret of life? A daisy? Honestly, Doctor...
Third Doctor: Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. So later I got up, and I ran down that mountain, and I found that the rocks weren't grey at all. They were red, brown and purple gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow, they were shining white. Shining white with sunlight... Are you still frightened, Jo?
Jo: No. Not as much as I was.
Third Doctor: That's good... I'm sorry I brought you to Atlantis.
Jo: I'm not.
Third Doctor: Thank you.
Third Doctor: (sternly) Yes.
Second Doctor: (without skipping a beat) I didn't think you would. You see, Jo. I may call you "Jo", mayn't I? You see... He is one of me!
Jo: Oh, I see! You're both Time Lords.
Second Doctor: Quite! ...Well, not quite.
Second Doctor: Not, not just Time Lords. We're the same Time Lord.
Third Doctor: Now please, you're only confusing my assistant. Jo, it's all quite simple — I am he and he is me!
Jo: And we are all together, goo goo g'joob?
Both Doctors: What?
Jo: It's a song by The Beatles.
Second Doctor: Really? How does it go? (brings the recorder to his lips)
Third Doctor: Oh, please be quiet!
Third Doctor: Are you feeling all right, old chap?
Third Doctor: About what I do? Yes, not necessarily the way I do it.
Fourth Doctor: Well, of course I am! There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes.
Fourth Doctor: (with obvious sarcasm) Well, naturally. I mean, the rest were all foreigners.
Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: Well, exactly— (realizes the Doctor was sarcastic)
Davros: It is an interesting conjecture.
Fourth Doctor: Would you do it?
Davros: The only living thing... The microscopic organism... reigning supreme... A fascinating idea!
Fourth Doctor: But would you do it?
Davros: Yes; yes. To hold in my hand, a capsule that contained such power. To know that life and death on such a scale was my choice. To know that the tiny pressure on my thumb, enough to break the glass, would end... everything... Yes! I would do it! That power would set me up above the gods! AND THROUGH THE DALEKS I SHALL HAVE THAT POWER!
Fourth Doctor: Exactly! Sarah, you've put your finger on the one tiny flaw in our plan.
Sarah Jane: Our plan? It's your plan!
Sarah Jane: Because you have such good taste.
Fourth Doctor: That's true! That's very true.
Leela: (gasps) The Evil One!
Fourth Doctor: ...Well, nobody's perfect, but that's overstating it a little.
Warrior: Kill him, then.
Fourth Doctor: What?
Warrior: Kill him, then.
Fourth Doctor: I don't take orders from anyone! (eats the jelly baby) Take Me to Your Leader.
Fourth Doctor: I'd be careful of that if I were you. It's an ultrabeam accelerator.
Neeva: (keeps shaking the object) See how it fears the sacred relics of Xoanon!
Fourth Doctor: If there happens to be a charge in there, you could transform this whole village into a smoky hole in the ground.
Neeva: Hear how it threatens us!
Fourth Doctor: Yes, well, look... If you'll just untie my hands, I think I have an idea of what's going on. I may be able to help.
Neeva: Hear how it squirms for release!
Fourth Doctor: (sighs)
Neeva: ♪Hi ya, haaaah!♪ It cannot deceive us!
Fourth Doctor: Oh no, I can see you're a person of very superior intellect.
Fourth Doctor: "The SSSS"? Eh, isn't that carrying alliteration a little far?
Fourth Doctor: Well, you could hardly be a successful criminal with a dishonest face.
Fourth Doctor: No. I save planets, mostly.
Fourth Doctor: Well, I don't see how I can stop you asking.
Amelia Rumford: Are you from outer space?
Fourth Doctor: No, I'm more from what you would call "inner time".
Fourth Doctor: Are you talking philosophically or geographically?
Romana II: Philosophically.
Fourth Doctor: Then we're going to lunch.
Fourth Doctor: "Scarlioni's angle"? Never heard of it. Have you ever heard of Scarlioni's angle?
Romana II: No, I was never any good at geometry.
Fourth Doctor: Exactly! That's what I keep on trying to tell people. It's a troublesome place, difficult to administer, and as a piece of real estate it's worthless because by definition there'd be no one to sell it to.
Fourth Doctor: Interfere? Of course we should interfere. Always do what you're best at.
Fourth Doctor: What?
River Song: Uh, it's you.
Fourth Doctor: Well, of course it's me. I am me. Heh, I struggle to be anyone else.
River Song: (chuckles) I mean, it's this you.
Fourth Doctor: Uh, what? Where you expecting someone different?
River Song: Oh, almost always. I mean, not that it's not good to see you.
Fourth Doctor: Well, that goes without saying; I'm always glad to see me! (laughs) I'm rather wonderful...
River Song: Well, yes. But, uh, look, meeting this you, it's... just a little bit awkward.
Fourth Doctor: "Awkward"? Why?
River Song: Why? Uhhhhh... Because I'm Romana! Uh, a future regeneration of Romana! And we can't possibly meet at this point in our timelines!
Fourth Doctor: What are you talking about?
River Song: (nervous laugh) Oh, you know, surely. Causality, temporal paradoxes...
Fourth Doctor: Oh, that's not what I'm talking about, and you know it. You're not Romana—
River Song: Oh, I am!
Fourth Doctor: You're not. I haven't even met her yet.
River Song: You haven't—? What?! But how do you know about her then?
Fourth Doctor: Because you told me.
River Song: Me?
Fourth Doctor: Yes, you. You're not Romana. You're... Professor River Song. You're my wife!
River Song: I... Uh...
Fourth Doctor: Hello, sweetie.
Fifth Doctor: [alarmed] The Master?!
Sir Robert: Well, the other Doctor! [the Doctor still looks alarmed] W.G. Grace!
Fifth Doctor: [relieved] Yes, of course.
Fifth Doctor: Of sorts.
Cyberleader: Surely a great weakness in one so powerful?
Fifth Doctor: Emotions have their uses.
Cyberleader: They restrict and curtail the intellect and logic of the mind.
Fifth Doctor: They also enhance life! When was the last time you smelt a flower, watched a sunset, ate a well-prepared meal?
Cyberleader: These things are irrelevant.
Fifth Doctor: For some people, small, beautiful events is what life is all about!
Fifth Doctor This thing is smaller on the inside than it is on the outside.
Fifth Doctor: Fluently!
Fifth Doctor: Does it offend you?
Peri: No, just curious.
Fifth Doctor: Safety precaution. I'm allergic to certain gases in the praxis range of the spectrum.
Peri: Well, how does the celery help?
Fifth Doctor: If the gas is present, the celery turns purple.
Peri: And then what do you do?
Fifth Doctor: I eat the celery. If nothing else I'm sure it's good for my teeth.
Fifth Doctor: Why?
Stolz: Because I'll kill you if you don't!
Fifth Doctor: [feverish] Not a very persuasive argument, actually, Stolz, because I'm going to die soon anyway. Unless of course
Stolz: I'll give you until the count of three!
Fifth Doctor: [now absolutely resolute] Unless of course I can find the antidote! I owe it to my friend to try because I got her into this! So you see, I'M NOT GOING TO LET YOU STOP ME NOW!
Richard III: Oh, we are too damn clever by half, aren't we?
Fifth Doctor: Actually, no, I tell a lie! I'm a performance artist from the 20th century and this is my latest instillation. I was going to call it "Two Men Chained to a Wall" but then I thought "Freedom" would give it a bit more intellectual gravitas.
Richard III: [with absolutely withering sarcasm] Very funny, Doctor. I will just collect my head from the floor where I just laughed it off.
Sixth Doctor: ...You were expecting someone else?
Sixth Doctor: That's three "I's" in one breath makes you sound a rather egotistical young lady.
Peri: What's happened?
Sixth Doctor: Change, my dear. [staring into the camera] And it seems not a moment too soon. [puts on a proud grin]
Peri: On what?!
Sixth Doctor: My last incarnation... Oh, I was never happy with that one.
Peri: Why ever not?
Sixth Doctor: It had a sort of feckless "charm" which simply wasn't me!
Sixth Doctor: You turned them into food?
Davros: A scheme that has earned me great acclaim.
Sixth Doctor: But did you bother to tell anyone they might be eating their own relatives?
Davros: Certainly not! That would have created what I believe is termed... "consumer resistance".
Peri: "Wrong"? That would be a first.
Berkeley: You mean, he's never wrong?
Peri: I mean, he never admits it.
Sarah: We are taught that God has infinite mercy, Doctor. But surely, as a God-fearing man, you have no need to trouble yourself on this?
Sixth Doctor: Oh, Sarah... If only you knew.
Sarah: Tell me.
Sixth Doctor: [sighs] What would you say if I were to tell you that I once destroyed an entire race, that I have led friends to their deaths, and caused numerous wars? That my intervention has led to peaceful races taking up arms and good people having their faith or reason destroyed. Because I failed to act, millions upon millions of people have been enslaved or killed? What if I had done all those things, but had always, always believed I was doing to the right thing?
Sarah: If you were to tell me that, I would say: May God have mercy on your soul.
Sixth Doctor: Sarah...
Sarah: But I would also say: I trust and pray that He will.
Sixth Doctor: [warmly] ...Thank you.
Sixth Doctor: I intend to rise above your barbs... but before I do Id like to say that this coat can only be appreciated by someone with a sharpened aesthetic sense not a dunderhead like you!
Banto: "Sharpened aesthetic sense"!? Sharpened by what, a dose of mind altering drugs?
Sixth Doctor: I warn you, a verbal duel with me would only lead to ignominy for you!
Banto: Igno-what? Talking with you is like arguing with a thesaurus!
Sixth Doctor: Er, not him. The way the universe treated him. Being him was like a holiday. A very wonderful holiday.
Eighth Doctor: I hope you are not about to lecture me about taste, Doctor?
Sixth Doctor: I'm not sure what you mean.
Fifth, Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Doctors: ...We Time Lords already have too much to remember as it is!
Sixth Doctor: [laughs] I see great minds think alike!
Seventh Doctor: Or fools never differ...
Sixth Doctor: Oh, very droll.
Younger Sixth Doctor: Not at all! This is the Mel I deposited here for our future self to collect, lets call her "Melanie A" shall we?
Older Mel: I'm here you know...
Younger Sixth Doctor: ...and the younger version is "Mel B".
Older Mel: What if another "B" turns up. Who's she? "Mel C"?
Older Sixth Doctor: No! That cannot be allowed to happen.
Younger Sixth Doctor: Yes. Wrong decade for the Spice Girls.
Petherbridge: Oh? Accusing me of "fowl" play, Doctor? But you're the one whose goose has been cooked!
Sixth Doctor: Oh, forget the poultry puns, Petherbridge!
Sixth Doctor: [chuckles weakly] Cold, isn't it? [chuckles again]
The Valeyard: You idiot! You've killed us both! You've robbed yourself of a future!
Sixth Doctor: A future as you? That's no future at all... [sighs] I've lived a good life, by and large...
The Valeyard: Oh, please, spare me the—
Sixth Doctor: Why should I? You didn't intend to spare me. You were prepared to sacrifice me and all of Time Lord civilisation, in the cause of your monstrous, twisted ego. Frankly, I'll die happy, if the last words you ever hear are mine. Words in praise of the best of times: Peri, Mel, Evelyn, Flip, Mila, Constance, and all the others!
The Valeyard: And yet, you'll leave Mel to die in your TARDIS?
Sixth Doctor: She won't die. [sing-song] That radiation won't kill her! [normal voice] It's only deadly to Time Lords! The TARDIS will land on Lakertya, Mel will survive. And the Time Lords will survive imperfect though they are. At least they won't be insane manifestations of you.
The Valeyard: You can't let me die! I'm part of you!
Sixth Doctor: You're nothing to me!
The Valeyard: What about your precious moral scruples!?
Sixth Doctor: [with grim finality] They died with me...
Seventh Doctor: [inside the Doctor's mind] It's far from being all over...
Sixth Doctor: Who said that?! Who is that? Who's there...? [loses consciousness]
Seventh Doctor: Ah! A decision... Would it make any difference?
John: Would make your tea sweet.
Seventh Doctor: Yes, but beyond the confines of my taste buds, would it make any difference?
John: Not really.
Seventh Doctor: But...
Seventh Doctor: What if I could control people's taste buds? What if I decided that no one would take sugar? That'd make a difference to those who sell the sugar and those who cut the cane.
John: My father, he was a cane cutter!
Seventh Doctor: Exactly. Now if no one had used sugar, your father wouldn't have been a cane cutter.
John: If this sugar thing had never started, my great grandfather wouldn't have been kidnapped, chained up and sold in Kingston in the first place. I'd be a African.
Seventh Doctor: Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge boulder dropped in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences.
John: Life's like that. Best thing is just to get on with it.
Seventh Doctor: Powerful! Crush the lesser races! Conquer the galaxy! Unimaginable power! Unlimited rice pudding! Etcetera, etcetera!
Seventh Doctor: No, little green blobs in bonded polycarbide armour!
Seventh Doctor: Why? Scared? Why should you be scared? You're the one with the gun.
Sniper 1: That's right.
Seventh Doctor: And you like guns, don't you?
Sniper 2: He'll kill you.
Seventh Doctor: Of course he will! That's what guns are for. Pull a trigger. End a life. Simple, isn't it?
Sniper 1: Yes.
Seventh Doctor: Makes sense, doesn't it?
Sniper 1: Yes!
Seventh Doctor: A life, killing life.
Sniper 2: Who are you?
Seventh Doctor: [to Sniper 2] Shut up! [to Sniper 1, softly] Why don't you do it then? Look me in the eye. Pull the trigger. End my life.
Sniper 1: [scared] ...No.
Seventh Doctor: Why not?
Sniper 1: ...I can't.
Seventh Doctor: Why not?
Sniper 1: I don't know.
Seventh Doctor: [gently takes the gun out of Sniper 1's hand] No, you don't, do you?
Seventh Doctor: I can't stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations terrible places, full of lost luggage and lost souls. And then there's unrequited love, and tyranny, and cruelty.
Ace: Professor, what's down there?
Seventh Doctor: I don't know. [smiles sadly at Ace] How long is the coast of Britain?
Ace: What? No idea. [looks down into the pit]
Seventh Doctor: [raises Ace's head to face him with his hand] Don't gaze into the void. Nietzsche said something similar, also interesting things about fighting monsters. Pity about the rest of it. No. This is important. You could measure the coastline, couldn't you?
Ace: Yeah, 'spose so.
Seventh Doctor: [deadly serious] But how carefully do you measure? With a metre ruler? With a tape measure? Do you map every pebble, every tiny rockpool, even if they remained after the tide?
Seventh Doctor: You could go down to atomic level, making finer and finer measurements. You find more and more length, more little details. The length of the coast is infinite, the measurement depends on your distance from it.
Ace: That's stupid.
Seventh Doctor: Perhaps. Like the edge of a snowflake or like this place. The dimensions are fractional, the length of information is infinite... You can express shapes like that as equations. The Timewyrm virus is an equation like that.
Ace: You mean it's infinite?
Seventh Doctor: Yes. Fractal. Its appearance depends only on the scale you view it from. Like that bully, Boyle. He's not important, he's very important, he's the whole world. Are you following me?
Seventh Doctor: Using the equations you can write poetry, verse that corresponds to the dimensions of the Wyrm itself. I learnt a poem like that, a long time ago. I found it deep in my own dreams, instructed by a great teacher, before I found out all of what I am. The Timewyrm doesn't know its own potential, either. It can't hear the equations that make it, and it can't hear the message I sent, either.
Ace: [sighs] I don't know what you mean, Professor.
Seventh Doctor: Life is a fractal thing, Ace. From a distance, a distance like Hemmings saw it from, it's very simple, a question of cause and effect. You push, it moves. Life isn't like that. The smallest things have the biggest consequences. The beat of a butterfly's wing may topple a civilization. Life is chaos, and chaos never dies.
Ace: What, the one who beats its wings and it tips the balance so a hurricane forms? There isn't one, is there?
Seventh Doctor: Not often. We just tell the butterflies that to keep them happy. No. Mostly they break the butterfly on the wheel of time. But over the decades and millions of butterflies... the weather still changes somehow. That's time; a million multi-colored pieces of time.
Seventh Doctor: No, I abhor it. And it is never the moral option.
Vi Yulquen: And how would you know that?
Seventh Doctor: I've seen things that would make you curl into a stuttering ball of denial for the rest your life! I've done those things. I've pulled a trigger, pressed a button, detonated a bomb. [sighs] It doesn't make you feel any better just because you win.
Vi Yulquen: You're fortunate to have had the experience. You've made the choice not to be violent. Celia and I can't do that.
Celia Fortunaté: It's simply a concept to us.
Seventh Doctor: I know. I've seen it before; you remove and alter everything disagreeable to make yourself "better". You cut and you cut, but you cut too well and you find that the very thing you've rid yourself off, the very thing you are now denied, is what you so desperately want... I understand you. You're depraved on the account of being deprived.
Queenie Glasscock: What do you mean?
Seventh Doctor: Well, whoever I am, I am not the person who would say "Let's go to Switzerland!" It just sounds wrong coming out of my mouth.
Queenie: It does?
Seventh Doctor: "I say. How about a trip to Vevey? Oh the Cantons are so lovely at this time of the year. I do love the cheese with the holes." It's just not very me, is it? I mean, do you believe I like that sort of thing? "Vevey"? "Cantons"? I mean, do you? I don't even know the name of this place.
Seventh Doctor: I used to march around saying things like "Don't worry, Evelyn; it'll all work out for the best in some way I haven't quite thought up yet!" How did that work out for us? How did that work out for Cassandra Schofield? I need to be in control.
Evelyn: You can't control everything.
Seventh Doctor: I can certainly try.
Seventh Doctor: Fear me.
Koloon: Wha... what?
Seventh Doctor: Tell this to your gods, when they punish you, when they stretch you on the neutron rack: I'm still here.
Koloon: But you...?! You're one... little... man!
Seventh Doctor: No, not a man. Not a human being. I am a complex space-time event. I am Lord President of Gallifrey. The Traveller from Beyond Time. I am the Sandman! The Oncoming Storm! I am the Ka Faraq Gatri; Destroyer of Worlds! And sometimes... only sometimes, I. Am. Your. Worst. Nightmare! ...I am the Doctor, and I take care of my friends.
Dr. Grace Holloway: What?
Eighth Doctor: These shoes! (stomps the ground happily) They fit perfectly!
Grace: Ugh. I don't think so.
Eighth Doctor: Yes, yes, yes, I think so! I know you! You're...You're tired of life, but afraid of dying.
Eighth Doctor: [grinning] Hearts. Plural.
Grace: Right! Right...
Eighth Doctor: Yes.
Grace: No, sorry, the dead stay dead. You can't turn back time.
Eighth Doctor: Yes, you can.
Grace: I'm not a child. Don't treat me like I'm a child, only children believe that crap. I am a doctor.
Eighth Doctor: But it was a childish dream that made you a doctor. You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn't that true? [Grace looks back at the Doctor for a moment, astonished and then begins to walk away] Don't be sad, Grace. You'll do great things.
Eighth Doctor: (speaking through the mail slot) Grace! Let me in! We can sit down, have a cup of tea, we can talk about this!
Grace: Sure! Time Lord to Earthling!
Eighth Doctor: Yes, that's right. I am a Time Lord.
Grace: I thought you were a doctor?!
Eighth Doctor: I thought YOU were a doctor!
Eighth Doctor: Well, I do...but only when I die.
Grace: And that rival Time Lord, the Master?
Eighth Doctor: He's on his last life, fighting to survive. And the science has shown us over and over, in the fight for survival... there are no rules.
Eighth Doctor: Yes?
Grace: I only have one life! Can you remember that?
Eighth Doctor: [grinning happily] I'll try!
Charley: Well... within reason, but I think you can have too much of a good thing.
Eighth Doctor: Oh, it all just enhances the mystery, the sheer anticipation of not yet having a clue where we are.
Charley: You really haven't got a clue?
Eighth Doctor: The console isn't telling me anything at all, just a blank read-out.
Charley: Well, that sounds ominous.
Eighth Doctor: No, not at all. I've been too methodical recently, I think. Setting coordinates and things, actually deciding where we want to go. I've been getting far too safe and predictable these last few incarnations. Do you know I once travelled for centuries without ever knowing where I'd materialize next?
Charley: (chuckles) Yes, I can believe that!
Charley: I'm putting things to right. I'm putting an end to this!
Eighth Doctor: No, Charley, you musn't. Listen to me, it's the Doctor! Don't you remember me?
Charley: But I don't know the Doctor. He never rescued me.
Eighth Doctor: Of course you know me! Charley, please, listen to me!
Charley: But I'm dead! Why didn't you rescue me? How can I be dead and alive at the same time?
Edith: Are you dead, my puppet? Or are you alive?
Charley: I DON'T KNOW!
Edith: Am I dead, or am I alive? You must know. You must decide.
Eighth Doctor: Charley, please! You didn't die! Right or wrong, we changed history! We changed all that. Whatever the consequences, we chose life! And that's what you must do now, Charley.
Charley: Help me! I'm so scared!
Eighth Doctor: You must chose life. You must chose life now! Listen to my voice, Charley. Can you hear my voice?
Charley: I can hear people screaming! I can hear fire burning!
Edith: Choose, Charley. Make your choice.
Eighth Doctor: My voice, Charley. Focus on my voice. It's the Doctor. It's the Doctor.
Charley: I don't remember you!
Eighth Doctor: Charley, I need you. Without you, we'd never have broken the curse upon Count Orsino. Without you, the Psionovores would still be ruining Earth. Without you, I'd never have found that first edition of Oliver Twist at Cherry Cross Road. And without you, I would just be a lonely old man rattling around in the TARDIS with no one to talk to. My life going round and round without meaning. My life going round in circles.
Charley: I remember... The TARDIS...
Eighth Doctor: And you need me. Without me you would never tread upon the beaches of alien worlds or marvel at the eclipse of new suns, the birth of new stars. You have seen the universe, Charley. And you have made a difference to it.
Charley: You call that wonderful?
Eight Doctor: I call it absolutely beautiful! How would it be if everything was always the same? If you never got too big for your dresses, if you never got to pass them on to your sister? If the rainy autumn lasted forever and the spring never came? At least I change. I'm stumbling my way through bodies like I own a particularly dangerous bicycle. Grayle never changes, not inside, not who he is. So time piles on top of him and kills everything good. No one should have to go through that.
Charley: Yes, well, I hardly expected to be your first.
Eighth Doctor: The Time Lords have often wondered why I bothered. After all, we are capable of living for thousands of years; you can barely reach a hundred. And they came up with a theory. Do you want to know what it is?
Charley: You need friendship? Companionship? You must get lonely, travelling the universe with no one to share it with.
Eighth Doctor: They thought you were all memento mori.
Eighth Doctor: Reminders of death. Quite common things really. On Medieval Earth, courtiers would often keep skulls on their mantelpiece. They were very much the "in" thing. No matter how powerful you were, death was inevitable. You still had to remember your mortality. And Time Lords need to remember all the more. I denied that was the reason of course, and as you said, friendship, companionship. But over the years, over my many lifetimes, as my friends all left me one by one, I began to wonder that they really might have had a point after all.
Charley: And how many bodies have you had, now?
Eighth Doctor: Yes, well... That's beside the point, Charley.
Eighth Doctor: (with extra thick sarcasm) Oh, dear. "The Mind Blast." Really?
Kro'ka: (scoffs) You will soon stop laughing.
Eighth Doctor: (chuckles) I not laughing! I'm sneering! A distinction perhaps too subtle for you? Honestly, Kro'ka, don't you lot have a file on me? I've lost count of the number of Mind Shredders, Mind Graders, Mind Peelers, Mind Scramblers, Mind Boilers, and all the other types of Mind Devices with cooking program names that have been tried on me. You're not dealing with an amateur here.
Kro'ka: You will find the Mind Blast to be quite different.
Eighth Doctor: (exasperated) They all say that.
Eighth Doctor: That's teenagers for you. Of course I was a terror 'til 120.
Guidance: One hundred and...?
Eighth Doctor: Late-developer.
Eighth Doctor: You mean destroying Skarro? You reckon I should be wallowing in angst or something? Did I have the right, yadda yadda yadda? I had the right! I've seen what the Daleks are capable of! I had the right to destroy them.
Eighth Doctor: I shall just find out by using my super Time Lord powers of... looking out of the window.
Eighth Doctor: Shredding.
Lucie: What are you shredding?
Eighth Doctor: Everything I can find.
Eighth Doctor: I'm hoping it might annoy somebody.
Eighth Doctor: Well... Why do you ask?
Lucie: Sometimes I look at you and you look, well, sad.
Eighth Doctor: Lucie, there's a lot of darkness out there. Some of it where Orbis used to be. But you know something? We wouldn't notice any of it if it werent for all those little pinpricks of light. Planets and stars. And that's where I go whenever I feel sad. The next bit of light in the darkness, keep on moving. Never look back... Well, hardly ever.
Eighth Doctor: Because... I used to be that guy.
Lucie: You mean, you're the Monk?! He was you all along?
Eighth Doctor: No, but not far off. I was once a man with a masterplan. I'd seek out injustices, topple governments, all in the name of the greater good. I'd started doing the maths, you see...
Lucie: The maths?
Eighth Doctor: This is how evil starts, with the belief that the ends justify the means. But once you start down that road, there's no turning back. What if you can save a million lives, but you have to let ten people die, or a hundred, or a hundred thousand? Where do you stop?
Lucie: But you did. You did stop.
Eighth Doctor: I did. But by then I'd ended up travelling alone, because I couldn't trust myself with anyone's life. Well, not after...
Lucie: Not after...? ...Not saying? Okay. Then what was it that made you realize that it was time to change from lonely bean-counter to companionable time traveller?
Eighth Doctor: A new body, a clean slate, a fresh start. From that day on, I knew that I never would again countenance the death of a single living being. That's why I no longer travel alone.
Eighth Doctor: So I never can forget how precious a single life is.
Eighth Doctor: We're stuck. In here. Together. Frankly, if I'm going to die on an exploding spaceship, I can't think of anyone else I'd rather have die with me.
The Master: You're willing to sacrifice your life?! What, to get rid of me?
Eighth Doctor: With you gone, my friends — and the fate of the Universe — are safe. The Time Lords can clear up the mess. Besides; I'm enjoying watching you squirm. How should we pass the time? ...I know! Tell me about your mother...
The Master: (annoyed sigh) You've tried psychoanalysing me before, Doctor! Why bother? How can you fathom the unfathomable?
Eighth Doctor: On the contrary: You're actually pretty transparent. You're a spoiled child. You have to get what you want. Or everyone suffers. Trouble is, you don't know what you want, beyond killing me. What are you "Master" of, precisely?
The Master: The title you chose: "Doctor". Now, it's not just "a man of healing", it means "teacher", it means "tutor". Where as I am a "Master". We both want to change the Universe to make it "better", it's only the scale of our ambitions that separates us.
Eighth Doctor: What are you saying? You'd like to have been a doctor, but you didn't have the patience?
The Master: (laughs heartily) Oh, how have I resisted killing you until now?
Eighth Doctor: You tell me. You'd rather see me humiliated. Actually, the simple answer is — you don't want to. You need me around. To give you the attention you so desperately crave. Ever since we were at the Academy together, all those centuries ago.
The Master: Oh, I never think of the past. The future is my sole concern. I thought you were the same, never looking back. Only, in your case, it's because you're afraid to face the death and destruction you leave in your wake.
Eighth Doctor: Whereas you delight in it.
Eighth Doctor: I'm certainly a him. For the moment, anyway.
Commandant Harlan: What? You've stopped trying to find one?
Eighth Doctor: No, but I'm sure it's not to keep sending millions to die! To escalate an arms race where both sides have unfettered access to all time and space. I've seen worlds destroyed, civilizations choked in their cradles, whole races fleeing in terror. I've seen centuries of art, of science, wiped out in an instant. I just saw a beautiful rainforest burn along with every creature in it. I didn't even know the planet's name. If you're prepared to accept that much collateral damage to the rest of the universe, then what exactly are you fighting for?! I'll protect those with no choice in the matter, no voice.
Commandant Harlan: Noble sentiments, but that's all they are. You avoid the issue while the rest of us have to make a stand. We are the ones in the right. Gallifrey must prevail. At any cost.
Eighth Doctor: That is what terrifies me. That certainty. You start believing only in absolutes. Well, isn't that exactly who you're fighting?
Eighth Doctor: Back of the ship.
Eighth Doctor: Because the front crashes first. Think it through!