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“Excuse me, would you mind not farting while I’m saving the world?”
– the 9th Doctor
Jun 26th
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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?
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“Lots of planets have a North.”
– the 9th Doctor
Jun 26th
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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
Jun 26th
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“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn’t get through that door. And...”
– the 9th Doctor
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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!
Jun 26th
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Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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“Pity the Gelth!”
– Gelth
Jun 26th
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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.
Jun 26th
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