Quotes from Doctor Who
"The Next Doctor"
The Doctor: You there, boy. What day is this?
Boy: Christmas Eve, sir.
The Doctor: In what year?
Boy: You thick or something?
The Doctor: Oy. Just answer the question.
Boy: Year of Our Lord, 1851 sir.
The Doctor: Right. Nice year. Bit dull.
Rosita: Doctor! Doctor!
The Doctor: Who me? laughs and runs toward the voice
The Doctor: Don't worry! Don't worry! Stand back. What have we got here? Okay I've got it. And whatever's behind that door I think you should get out of here.
The Doctor: No no. I'm standing right here. Hello.
Rosita: Don't be stupid! Who're you?
The Doctor: I'm The Doctor.
Rosita: Who're you?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Rosita: Doctor Who?
The Doctor: Just The Doctor.
Rosita: Well there can't be two of ya! another man comes running up Where the hell have you been?
The "New" Doctor: I've got it! Don't worry! Stand back! What have we got here then?
The Doctor: Hold on. And who are you?
The "New" Doctor: I'm The Doctor! Simply The Doctor! The one, the only and the best. Rosita, get me the sonic screwdriver.
The Doctor: The what?
The "New" Doctor: Now quickly, get back to the TARDIS.
The Doctor: Back to the what?
The "New" Doctor: If you could stand back sir. This is a job for a Time Lord.
The Doctor: Job for a What-Lord? a hairy masked creature pops out
The Doctor: Oh that's different.
The "New" Doctor: Oh that's new.
The "New" Doctor: Now then! Let's pull this timorous beastie down to earth. the rope starts taking him upward
The Doctor: Or not.
The "New" Doctor: I might be in a bit of trouble!
The Doctor to himself: Nothing changes. to The New Doctor I've got you!
Rosita: You idiots!
The "New" Doctor: Perhaps if you could pull—
The Doctor: I am pulling! In this position I couldn't not pull, could I?
The "New" Doctor: Then I suggest you let go, sir!
The Doctor: I'm not letting you out of my sight, Doctor. Don't you recognize me?
The "New" Doctor: No. Should I? Have we met? This is hardly the right time for me to go through my social calendar!
The Doctor: It's gonna jump!
The "New" Doctor: We're gonna fall!
The "New" Doctor: Oh I'm not as young as I was.
The Doctor: Well. Not as young as you were when you were me.
The "New" Doctor: When I was who?
The Doctor: You really don't recognize me.
The "New" Doctor: Not at all.
The Doctor: But you're The Doctor. The Next Doctor. Well The Next But-Awhile-In-the-Future Doctor anyway. No no. Don't tell me how it happens. Although I hope I don't just trip over a brick. That'd be embarrassing. Then again, painless. Well there are worse ways to go. Depends on the brick.
The "New" Doctor: You're gamboling, sir. Now might I ask who are you exactly?
The Doctor: No. I'm just Smith. John Smith. But I've heard all about you Doctor. Bit of a legend if I say so myself.
The "New" Doctor: Modesty forbids me to agree with you, sir. But yes, yes I am.
The Doctor: A legend with certain memories missing. Am I right?
The "New" Doctor: How'd you know that?
The Doctor: You've forgotten me.
The "New" Doctor: Great swaths of my life have been stolen away. When I turn my mind to the past there's nothing.
The Doctor: Going how far back?
The "New" Doctor: Since the Cybermen. Masters of the Hellish War Scuttler and old enemies of mine. Now at work in Londontown. You won't believe this, Mr. Smith. But they are creatures from another world.
The Doctor feigning shock : Really. Wow.
The "New" Doctor: It is said they fell onto London. Out of the sky in a blaze of light. And they found me. Something was taken. And something was lost. What was I like? In the past?
The Doctor: Well I don't think I should say. Gotta be careful with memory loss. One wrong word—
The "New" Doctor: It's strange though, I talk of Cybermen from the stars. And you don't blink, Mr. Smith.
The Doctor: Ah! "Don't Blink"! Remember that? "Whatever you do, don't blink."? The blinking and the statues? Sally and the weeping angels?
The "New" Doctor: You're a very odd man.
The Doctor: Hm. I still am. Something's wrong here.
Cyberman: The Cyberking will rise!
Miss Hartigan: The Cyberking will rise. Indeed. At our command. Now if you'll excuse me. I have a funeral to attend.
The "New" Doctor: Now. With the house empty I shall affect an entrance in the rear while you go back to the TARDIS. This is hardly work for a woman.
Rosita: Ho! Don't mind me saving your life. That's work for a woman, is it?
The "New" Doctor: The Doctor's companion does what a Doctor says. Off you go.
The Doctor popping up in the door: Hello!
The "New" Doctor: How'd you get in?
The Doctor: Front door. I'm good at doors. Do you mind my asking—is that your sonic screwdriver?
The "New" Doctor holding up a wood handled screwdriver: I'd be lost without it.
The Doctor: But that's a... screwdriver. How's it sonic?
The "New" Doctor: Well... it makes noise. taps it on the doorframe That's sonic, isn't it?
The Doctor: This investigation of yours, what's it all about?
The "New" Doctor: It started with a murder.
The Doctor: Oh. Good. The New Doctor looks at him strangely Oy, bad. But whose?
The "New" Doctor: Mr. Jackson Lake. Teacher of mathematics from Sussex. Came to London three weeks ago and died a terrible death.
The Doctor: Cybermen.
The "New" Doctor: It's hard to say. His body was never found. But then it started. More secret murders. Then abductions. Children.... Stolen away in silence.
The "New" Doctor: It's funny. I seem to be telling you everything. As though you engendered some sort of trust. You seem familiar, Mr. Smith. Like I know your face. But how?
The Doctor: I wonder. I can't help noticing you're wearing a fob watch.
The "New" Doctor: Is that important?
The Doctor: Legend has it that the memories of a Time Lord can be contained within a watch. D'you mind? It's said... that if it's opened... the inner workings pop out Oh. Maybe not.
The "New" Doctor: That's more for decoration.
The "New" Doctor: Who are you?
The Doctor: A friend. I swear.
The "New" Doctor: Then I beg you, John. Help me.
The Doctor: Ah. Two words I never refuse. But that's not a conversation for a dead man's house. It'll make more sense if we go back to the TARDIS. Your... TARDIS. I just need to do a little final check. Won't take a tick. Because there's one more thing I cannot figure. If this room's got infostamps then maybe, just maybe, it's got something that needs infostamping. opens a door to find a Cyberman. Okay. I think we should run.
The Doctor: Infostamp with a cycle of  core. You ripped open the core and broke the safety! Zap! Only a Doctor would think of that.
The "New" Doctor: I did that. Last time.
The Doctor: Come here, you'll be okay. Let me just check—
The "New" Doctor: You told them you were The Doctor. Why did you do that?
The Doctor: Oh. Just... protecting you.
The "New" Doctor: You're trying to take away the only thing I've got. Like they did. They stole something. Something so precious but I— I can't remember. What happened to me? What did they do?
The Doctor: We'll find out. You and me together.
Vicar: Madame. I must protest!
Miss Hartigan: Whatever for?
Vicar: A lady at the graveside is debatable enough but— your apparel.
Miss Hartigan: Is it too exciting?
Mr. Cole: You're disgracing the ceremony! Just like a harlot.
Miss Hartigan: Oh, and you should know, Mr. Cole.
Mr. Cole: How do you know my name?
Miss Hartigan: You walk past me so many times. All you good men of charity. Never once asking my name.
Mr. Skoones: It's Miss Hartigan, isn't it?
Miss Hartigan: Oh you noticed. I saw you looking. You cheeky boy.
Miss Hartigan: "Man that is borne of woman hath but a short time to live." Although I've got some friends who might disagree with that. would you like to meet them? Hark! I can hear them now.
The "New" Doctor: What manner of men are they?
The Doctor: Cybermen.
Mr. Skoones: You monstrous witch!
Miss Hartigan: Merry Christmas to you too.
Mr. Skoones: But why are we spared? What do you need us for?
Miss Hartigan: Your children. It's funny, now I think of it, but in all these years not one of you has asked my first name. It's Mercy.
Rosita: Doctor! I thought you were dead.
The "New" Doctor: Now then, Rosita. A little decorum.
Rosita: You've been gone for so long. He's always doing this. Leaving me behind.
The "New" Doctor: What about the TARDIS?
Rosita: Oh, she's ready. C'mon.
The Doctor: Oh, I'm looking forward to this.
The "New" Doctor: Are you whistling again?
The Doctor putting away the sonic screwdriver: Yes. Yes I am. Yeah.
The "New" Doctor: There she is! My transport through time and space. My TARDIS.
The Doctor: You've got a... balloon.
The "New" Doctor: TARDIS. T-A-R-D-I-S. It stands for Tethered Aerial Release Developed in Style. D'you see?
The Doctor: Well I do now. I like it. Good.... TARDIS. Brilliant. Nice one. It's inflated by gas, yeah?
The "New" Doctor: Think of it John. Time and the space.
The Doctor: The perfect escape. Do you ever wonder what you're escaping from?
The "New" Doctor: With every moment.
The Doctor: Then do you want me to tell you? 'Cause I think I've worked it out now. How you became The Doctor. What do you think? Do you want to know?
The Doctor: The story begins with the Cybermen. A long time away—and not so far from here—the Cybermen were fought. And they were beaten. And they were sent into a howling wilderness called The Void. Locked inside forevermore. But then a greater battle rose up. So great that everything inside The Void perished. But as the walls of the world weakened, the last of the Cybermen must have fallen through the dimensions, back in time. To land here. And they found you.
The "New" Doctor: I fought them, I know that. But what happened?
The Doctor: At the same time another man came to London. Mr. Jackson Lake. Plenty of luggage. Money in his pocket. Maybe coming to town for the winter season. But he found the Cybermen too. And just like you—exactly like you—he took hold of an infostamp.
The "New" Doctor: But he's dead. Jackson Lake is dead. The Cybermen murdered him.
The Doctor: You said no body was ever found. And you kept all his suitcases but you could never bring yourself to open them. I told you the answer was in the fob watch. Can I see? "J.L." The watch is Jackson Lake's. Jackson Lake is you, sir.
The "New" Doctor: But I'm The Doctor.
The Doctor: You became The Doctor. Because the infostamp you picked up was a book about one particular man. The Cybermen's database. Stolen from the Daleks inside The Void, I'd say. But it's everything you could want to know about The Doctor.
Jackson Lake: That's you.
The Doctor: Time Lord. TARDIS. Enemy of the Cybermen. The one and the only. You see, the infostamp must have backfired. Streamed all that information about me inside your head.
Jackson Lake: I am nothing but a lie.
The Doctor: No no no no. Infostamps are just facts and figures. All that bravery—saving Rosita, defending Londontown. Hm? The invention—building a TARDIS. That's all you.
Jackson Lake: And what else? Tell me what else.
The Doctor: There's still something missing isn't there?
Jackson Lake: I demand you tell me sir! Tell me what they took!
The Doctor: Sorry. Really I am so sorry. But that's an awful lot of luggage for one man. 'Cause an infostamp is plain technology. It's not enough to make a man lose his mind. What you suffered is called a fugue. A fugue state. Where the mind just runs away 'cause it can't bear to look back. You wanted to become someone else. Because Jackson Lake had lost so much.
Rosita: Midnight. Christmas Day.
Jackson Lake: I remember. Oh my god. Caroline. They killed my wife.
Jackson Lake to Rosita: The Doctor needs help. I learned that much about him. There should be someone at his side. Now go. Go!
The Doctor: Mr. Cole, you seem to have something in your ear.
The Doctor running into a Cyberman: Woah! That's cheating, sneaking up. Do you have your legs on silent?
Cyberman: You are The Doctor.
The Doctor: Hello.
Cyberman: You will be deleted.
The Doctor: No no no. Let me die happy. Just tell me one thing. What do you need those children for?
Miss Hartigan: What are children ever needed for? They're a workforce.
The Doctor: But for what?
Miss Hartigan: Very soon now the whole empire will see. and they will bow down. In worship.
The Doctor: And it's all been timed for Christmas Day. Was that your idea, Miss— ?
Miss Hartigan: Hartigan. And yes. The perfect day for birth. With a new message for the people. Only this time it won't be the words of a man.
The Doctor: The birth of what?
Miss Hartigan: A birth and a death. Namely yours. Thank you, Doctor. Glad to have been a part of your last conversation.
Rosita: One last thing. turns and clocks Hartigan.
The Doctor approvingly: Can I say I completely disapprove!
The Doctor: Maybe you should go back—
Rosita: Don't even try.
Miss Hartigan: As for you, Mr. Cole, Mr. Scoones, Mr. Fitch and Mr. Milligan. Your work is done.
The Doctor: C'mon. Avanti!
Miss Hartigan: That's quite a throne. Oh, you will look resplendent.
Cyberman: The chair you designate as throne is not intended for me. My function is to serve the Cyberking. Not to become the Cyberking.
Miss Hartigan: Then who sits there? realizing No! Now just— I think if you remember correctly you said I was to be heralded.
Cyberman: All hail the Cyberking.
Cybermen: All hail the Cyberking.
Miss Hartigan: But you promised me. You said I would never be converted.
Cyberman: That was designated a lie.
Miss Hartigan: For the love of God, have you no pity?
The Doctor: Oo. Hold on. Power fluctuation. That's not gonna help.
Jackson Lake: What's going on?
The Doctor: I don't know. That's weird. The software is rewriting itself. It's changing.
The Doctor: Whoa! What the hell's happening? It's out of control!
Jackson Lake: It's accelerating. At 96% 97%.
Rosita: When it reaches 100? What happens to the children?
The Doctor: They're disposable. C'mon!
The Doctor to the children: There's a hot pie for everyone if you leg it!
Miss Hartigan: Behold. I am risen. Witness me, mankind. A Cyberking of all.
The Doctor: It's a Cyberking!
Jackson Lake: And a Cyberking is what?
The Doctor: It's a ship. Dreadknot class. Frontline of an invasion. And inside the chest is a Cyberfactory. Ready to convert millions.
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: And I will stride. I will walk across this tiny world.
The Doctor: Jackson, you've got your son. You've got a reason to live.
Jackson Lake: And you haven't? realizes he doesn't God save you Doctor.
Jed: Ever flown one of these before?
The Doctor: Nope. Never!
Jed: Can I have my money now?
The Doctor: Oh get on with it!
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: Excellent. The Doctor. Yet another man come to assert himself in the middle of the night.
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: I have the world below and it is abundant with so many minds ready to become extensions of me. Why would I leave this place?
The Doctor: Because if you don't I'll have to stop you.
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: What do you make of me sir? An idiot?
The Doctor: No. The question is, what do you make of me?
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: Destroy him!
The Doctor: You make me into this.
Miss Hartigan/Cyberking: Then I have made you a failure. Your weapons are useless, sir.
The Doctor: I wasn't trying to kill you. All I did was break the cyberconnection. Leaving your mind open. Open, I think, for the first time in far too many years. So you can see. Just look at yourself. Look at what you've done. I'm sorry, Miss Hartigan. But look at what you've become... I'm so sorry.
Jackson Lake: Ladies and Gentlemen! I know that man— that Doctor on high! And I know that he has done this deed a thousand times. But not once, no sir, not once— not ever!—has he been thanked. But no more as I say to you on this Christmas morn, "Bravo, sir! Bravo!"
Jackson Lake: Tell me one thing. All those facts and figures I saw of the Doctor's life, you were never alone. All those bright and shining companions. But not anymore?
The Doctor: No.
Jackson Lake: Might I ask why not?
The Doctor: They leave. Because they should. Or they find someone else. And some of them— some of them forget me. I suppose in the end... they break my heart.
The Doctor: Jackson, if anyone had to be The Doctor I'm glad it was you.