Quotes from Doctor Who
Christmas Specials
CHRISTMAS INVASION
Mickey: Who is he? Where's the Doctor?
Rose: That's him. Right in front of you. That's the Doctor.
Jackie: What'dya mean that's The Doctor? Doctor who?
Rose: Both are beating.
Jackie: What do you mean both?
Rose: He's got two hearts.
Jackie: Oh don't be stupid. What else has he got two of?
Rose: Leave him alone.
Jackie: How can he go changing his face? Is that a different face or a different person?
Rose: How should I know! Sorry. I thought I knew him, mom. I thought me and him were... And then there's this.
Reporter: What about those calling Guinevere 1 a complete waste of money?
PM Harriet Jones: Now that's just wrong. I completely disagree, if you don't mind.
Rose: I must drive you mad. I'm surprised you don't give up on me.
Mickey: Oh that's the one thing, isn't it. You can rely on me. I don't go changing my face.
Mickey: I can't even go shopping with you, we get attacked by a brass band.
Rose: Where'd you get that tree? That's a new tree, where'd you get it?
Jackie: I thought it was you.
Rose: Why'd you think it was me?
Jackie: You went shopping, there was a knock at the door and there it was.
Rose: Oh you've got to be kidding me.
Jackie: I'm gonna get killed by a Christmas tree!
Harriet: I don't think we've been introduced. Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.
Sally Jacobs: Yes, I know who you are.
Major Blake: I'm getting demands from Washington. The president's insisting that he take control of the situation.
Harriet: You can tell the president—and please use these exact words—He's not my boss and he's certainly not turning
this into a war.
Harriet: I don't suppose we've heard a code nine? No sign of The Doctor?
Major Blake: Nothing yet. You've met him haven't you? He is a thing of legend.
Harriet: He is that.
Harriet: Ladies and gentlemem, if I may take a moment during this difficult time. As far as the Queen's speech, I'm afraid that's been cancelled. to someone off screen: Did we ask about the Royal Family? Oh. to camera They're on the roof.
Harriet: I have one request. Doctor, if you're out there, we need you. I don't know what to do. If you can hear me, Doctor, if anyone knows the Doctor, if anyone can find the Doctor, the situation has never been more desperate. Help us. Please Doctor. Help us.
Rose: He's gone. The Doctor's gone. He left me, Mom. He left me.
Daniel Llewellynn: What's happening?
Harriet: I would imagine it's called a teleport.
Harriet: Harriet Jones, Prime Minister.
Alex translating for the Sycorax: Yes, we know who you are.
Mickey: Tea. We're having a picnic while the world comes to an end. It's very British.
Rose: Somebody's got to be The Doctor.
Harriet: They'll kill you.
Rose: Never stopped him.
Rose: That's English. Can you hear English?
Alex: Yes, I can definitely hear English.
The Doctor: Now you just wait. I'm busy. Mickey, hello! And Harriet Jones, MP from Slydell North! Blimey! It's like This Is Your Life! Tea! A nice cup of tea. A superheated infusion of free radicals and tannin. Just the thing for heating the synapses.
The Doctor: There's more to be seen than can ever be seen. There's more to do than ever done... Wait, hold on. That's the Lion King.
Sycorax Leader: Witchcraft!
The Doctor correcting him: Time Lord.
The Doctor about his regenerated hand: Of course I'm still The Doctor. And want to know the best part? This new hand? It's a fightin' hand!
The Doctor: Not bad for a man in his jim jams. Very Arthur Dent. Now, there was a nice man.
The Doctor: No second chances. I'm that sort of a man.
The Doctor: When you talk of the Earth. Then make sure that you tell them this: "It. Is. Defended."
The Doctor: I can bring down your government with a single word.
Harriet: You're the most remarkable man I've ever met. But I don't think you're quite capable of of that.
The Doctor: No, you're right. Not a single word. Six.
Harriet: Stop it.
The Doctor: Six words.
Harriet: Stop.
The Doctor to Alex: Don't you think she looks tired?
THE RUNAWAY BRIDE
Donna: Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me, right now, where am I?
The Doctor: Inside the TARDIS.
Donna: What?
The Doctor: The TARDIS.
Donna: What?
The Doctor: The TARDIS!
Donna: The what?
The Doctor: It's called the TARDIS!
Donna: That's not even a proper word. You're just saying things.
The Doctor: Human?
Donna: Yeah. Is that optional.
The Doctor: Well it is for me.
Donna: You're an alien.
The Doctor: Yeah.
The Doctor: He's not a bit overweight with a zipper in his forehead, is he?
Donna: No stupid martian is going to stop me from getting married!
The Doctor: I'm not... I'm not... I'm not from Mars.
The Doctor: With this ring, I thee bio-damp.
Donna: For better or for worse.
The Doctor: Great big spaceship? Hopping over London? You didn't notice?
Donna: I had a bit of a hangover.
The Doctor: You're not special, you're not important...
Donna: This friend of yours, just before she left, did she punch you in the face? Stop bleeping me!
Donna: Enough of my CV. C'mon, it's time to face the consequences. You can do the explaining, martian boy.
The Doctor: Yeah, I'm not from Mars.
The Doctor: Christmas trees.
Donna: What about them?
The Doctor: They kill.
You telling me this building's got a secret floor?
The Doctor: No, I'm showing you this building's got a secret floor.
The Doctor: Only a madman talks to thin air. And trust me, you don't want to make me mad.
The Doctor: I didn't come all this way to talk to you on an intercom.
The Doctor: You know what you said before about a time machine? Well I lied and... it is.
The Doctor: Guess what I've got, Donna? Pockets.
Donna: There's just one problem.
The Doctor: What's that?
Donna: We've drained the Thames.
Donna: I've gotten married, lost my job and become a widow on the same day.
The Doctor: I don't need anyone.
Donna: Yes you do. Because sometimes you need someone to stop you.
The Doctor: Good luck Donna. And just, be magnificent.
VOYAGE OF THE DAMNED
Astrid: How'd you get on board?
The Doctor: Accident. I've this sort of ship thing I was just rebuilding her. Left the defenses down. Bumped into the Titanic, here I am. Bit of a party, I thought, Why not.
Foon: Have a buffalo wing. They must be enormous, these buffalo. So many wings!
Mr. Cooper: I am Mr. Copper, the ship's historian. And I shall be taking you to Old London Town in the country of UK. Ruled over by Good King Wenceslaus. Now human beings worshipped the greaat god Santa, a creature with fearsome claws, and his wife Mary. And every Christmas Eve, people of UK go to war with the country of Turkey. They then eat the Turkey people for Christmas dinner. Like savages!
The Doctor: But um, hold on. Hold on. What was your name?
Banakaffalatta: Banakaffalatta.
The Doctor: Okay, Banakaffalatta. But it's Christmas Eve down there. Late night shopping, tons of people. He's like a talking Conga. No offense, but you'll cause a riot. 'Cause the streets are going to be packed with shopers and parties and people and— beams down to an empty street. Oh.
Newspaper Seller: Look, Christmas before last we had that big bloody spaceship, everyone standing on the roof. And then last year that Christmas star, electrocutin' all over the place, drainin' the Thames.
The Doctor: This place is amazing.
Newspaper Seller: This year, lord knows what. So everybody scampered. Gone to the country. All except me. And Her Majesty.
The Doctor: Bad name for a ship. Either that, or this suit is really unlucky.
The Doctor: If we can get reception I've got a spaceship tucked away, we can all get on board and— oh.
Astrid: What is it? What's wrong?
The Doctor: That's my ship over there.
Astrid: Where?
The Doctor: There, that box. That little blue box.
Astrid: That's a spaceship?
The Doctor: Oy! Don't knock it.
Astrid: It's a bit small.
The Doctor: Bit distant.
The Doctor: First things first. One. We are going to climb through this ship. B. (No.) Two. We are going to reach the Bridge. There. Or C. We are going to save the Titanic. And, coming in a very low Four. Or D. Or that little IV in brackets they use on footnotes. Wine. Well then, follow me.
Astrid: So you look good for 903.
The Doctor: You should see me in the mornings.
Astrid: Okay.
The Doctor: Mr. Copper, this degree in Earthnomics, where's it from?
Mr. Copper: Honestly?
The Doctor: Just between us.
Mr. Copper: Mrs. Golightly’s Happy Travelling University and Drycleaners.
The Doctor: Hold on! Override! Security Protocol 10! 666! 21! 4, 5, 678. Um, I don't know? 42? Um, one!
Heavenly Host: Information: State request.
The Doctor: Good. Right. You've been ordered to kill the survivors but why?
Heavenly Host: Information: No witnesses.
The Doctor: Wait wait wait! Security Protocol One! D'you hear me? One! Okay, that gives me three questions. Three questions to save my life. Am I right?
Heavenly Host: Information: Correct.
The Doctor: No, that wasn't one of them. I didn't mean it. That's not fair. Can I start again?
Heavenly Host: Information: No.
The Doctor: No. No no no! That wasn't a question either. Blimey. One question left. One question left. So. You've been given orders to kill survivors. But: survivors must therefore be passengers or staff. But not me. I'm not a passenger, I'm not staff. Scan me. No such bio records. No such person on board. I don't exist. Therefore you can't kill me. Therefore I'm a stowaway. And stowaways should be arrested and taken to the nearest figure of authority. And I reckon the nearest figure of authority is on Deck 31. Final question: Am I right?
Heavenly Host: Information: Correct.
The Doctor: Fine then. Take me to your leader. I've always wanted to say that.
Max Capricorn: Who the hell is this?
The Doctor: I'm the Doctor. Hello.
Heavenly Host: Information: Stowaway.
The Doctor: Well....
Max Capricorn: Kill him!
The Doctor: Wait wait wait! But you can't. Not now. Max, you've given me so much good material. Like how to get ahead in business. See? Head. Head.
Max Capricorn: Oh, the office joker. No one's been funny to me in years.
The Doctor: Well. I can't see why.
The Doctor: So that's the plan? A retirement plan? Two thousand people on this ship. Six billion underneath us. All of them slaughtered. And why? Because Max Capricorn is a loser.
Max Capricorn: I never lose.
The Doctor: You can't even sink the Titanic.
The Doctor: What's your first name?
Midshipman Frame: Alonzo.
The Doctor: You're kidding me.
Midshipman Frame: What?
The Doctor: That's something else I've always wanted to say.
Midshipman Frame: What?
The Doctor: Allons-y, Alonzo!
Mr. Copper about Astrid: There's not enough left. The system is too badly damamged. She's just atoms, Doctor. An echo with a ghost of consciousness. She's stardust.
Mr. Copper: Of all the people to survive, he's not the one you would have chosen is he? But if you could choose, Doctor, if you could decide who lives and who dies.... that would make you a monster.
Mr. Copper: So Great Britain is a part of Europe. And just across the British channel you've got Great France and Great Germany.
The Doctor: No, it's just France and Germany. Only Britain is Great.
Mr. Copper: And they're all at war with the continent of "Hamerica".
The Doctor: No. Well. Not yet. Um. You could argue that one.
Mr. Copper: You know, between you and me, I don't even think this snow is real. I think it's the ballast from the Titanic's salvage entering the atmosphere.
The Doctor: Yeah. One of days it might snow for real.
THe Two Doctors
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
Rosita: Doctor!
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.
Rosita: Doctor!
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.
Both: Allons-y!
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 embarassing. 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 Laketo 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?
Cyberman: Correct.
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.
The End of Time (part one)
The Narrator: It is said that in the final days of Planet Earth, everyone had bad dreams. To the west of the north of that world, the human race did gather. In a celebration of the pagan rite to banish the cold and the dark. Each and every one of those people had dreamt of the terrible things to come. But they forgot. Because they must. They forgot their nightmares. Of fire and war and insanity. They forgot. Except for one...
The Woman: They call it the Legend of the Blue Box.
Wilfred Mott: Never been in here before. I'm not one for churches. Too cold.
The Woman: This was the site of a convent. Back in the 1300s. It's said a demon fell from the sky. Then a man appeared. A man in a Blue Box. They called him the sainted physician. He smote the demon and then disappeared.
Wilfred Mott: That's a bit of a coincidence.
The Woman: He said there's no such thing as coincidence. Who knows. Perhaps he's coming back.
Wilfred: Oh. That would make my Christmas.
Ood Sigma: You should not have delayed.
The Doctor: Last time I was here you told me my song would be ending soon. And I'm in no hurry for that.
Ood Sigma: You will come with me.
The Doctor: So how old are you now, Ood Sigma? Ah. Magnificent! Oh come on, that is. Splendid. You've achieved all this in how long?
Ood Sigma: One hundred years.
The Doctor: Then we've got a problem. Because all of this is way too fast. Not just the city, I mean your ability to call me. Reaching all the way back to the 21st century. Something's accelerating your species way beyond normal.
Ood Sigma: And the mind of the Ood is troubled.
The Doctor: Why? What's happened?
Ood Sigma: Every night, Doctor. Every night we have bad dreams.
Ood Elder: He comes to us. Every night. I think all the peoples of the universe dream of him now.
The Doctor: That man is dead.
Ood Elder: There is yet more. Join us. Events are taking shape. So many years ago and yet changing the now. There is a man, so scared.
The Doctor: Wilfred! Is he alright? What about Donna? Is she safe?
Ood Elder: You should not have delayed. For the lines of convergence are being drawn across the Earth. Even now, the King is in his Counting House.
The Doctor: I don't know who they are.
Ood Elder: And there is another. The most lonely of all. Lost and forgotten.
The Doctor: The Master's wife.
Ood Elder: We see so much but understand so little. The woman in the cage, who is she?
The Doctor: She was— It wasn't her fault. She was— The Master, he's a Time Lord like me. I can show you. The Master took the name of Saxon. He married a
human. A woman called Lucy. And he corrupted her. She stood at his side while he conquered the Earth. I reversed everything he'd done so it never even happened. But Lucy Saxon remembered. I held him in my arms, I burned his body. The Master is dead.
Ood Elder: And yet, you did not see.
The Doctor: What's that? Part of him survived. I have to go!
Ood Elder: But something more is happening Doctor. The Master is part of a greater design. Because a shadow is falling over creation. Something vast is stirring in the dark. The Ood have gained this power to see through time because time is bleeding. Shapes of things once lost are moving through the veil. And these events from years ago threaten to destroy this future and the present and the past.
The Doctor: What do you mean?
Ood Elder: This is what we have seen, Doctor.
The darkness heralds only one thing: the end of time itself.
Ood Elder: Events that have happened are happening now.
Governor: Mrs. Saxon. Let me introduce myself. I'm your new governor. I'm afraid the previous governor met with something of an accident. Which took quite some time to arrange. Miss Trefusis, if you will prepare. You kept your silence well, Mrs. Saxon. Your trial was held in secret with no jury. So no one knows who Harold Saxon was. Where he came from. Why you killed him. to Miss Trefusis Make her kneel. There are those of us who never lost faith. And in his wisdom, Harold Saxon prepared for this moment. He knew that he might die and he made us ready. Tonight, Mrs. Saxon, he returns.
Governor: As it was written in the secret books of Saxon, these are the potions of life.
Lucy: Listen to me, whatever he told you, you've got no idea what you're doing.
Governor: Miss Trefusis, the catalyst.
Lucy: What are you doing? Leave me alone! Don't!
Governor: You were Saxon's wife. You bore his imprint. That's what we needed. The final biometrical signature.
Lucy: You can't bring him back. You can't! I'm begging you! Stop this now before it's too late!
Governor: We give ourselves that Saxon might live!
Lucy: Can't you see?! He lied to you! His name wasn't even Harold Saxon!
Governor: And this was written also! For his name is The Master!
The Master: Never never never dying. Never dying! Never dying!
Lucy: I knew you'd come back. And all this time
your disciples have prepared. But so have we!
The Master: What are you doing?
Lucy: The secret books of Saxon spoke of the potions of light. And I was never that bright. But my family had contacts. People who were clever enough to calculate the opposite.
The Master: Don't you dare! I'm ordering you, Lucy. You will obey me!
Lucy: 'Til death do us part, Harry!
The Master: No!!
Joshua Naismith: I think we might be in luck, darling. It's the footage from Broadfell prison the night it burnt down. Take a look at this.
Abigail Naismith: Someone survived. Do you think it's him? Oh that would be such a Christmas present.
Joshua Naismith: You just leave it to Daddy.
Wilfred: Alright. He's tall and thin. Wears a brown suit. Maybe a blue suit. He's got a long brown coat. Modern sort of hair. All sticky-uppy.
Who is he then? This Doctor?
Wilfred: I can't tell you that, I swear. But answer me this: you've been having bad dreams, all of you? Dreams you can't remember? Well that's why we need him. We need the Doctor. More than ever.
The Doctor: Who are you?
Wilfred: I'm Wilfred Mott.
The Doctor: No. People have waited hundreds of years to find me and then you manage it in a couple of hours.
Wilfred: Well just lucky I suppose.
The Doctor: We keep on meeting, Wilf. Over and over again like something's connecting us.
Wilfred: What's so important about me?
The Doctor: Exactly. Why you.
The Doctor: I'm going to die.
Wilfred: Well, so am I one day.
The Doctor: Don't you dare.
Wilfred: Alright, I'll try not to.
The Doctor: I was told. "He will knock four times". That was the prophecy. Knock four times and then...
Wilfred: Yeah but I thought... when I saw you before you said your people could change, like your whole body.
The Doctor: I can still die. If I'm killed before regeneration then I'm dead. Even then. Even if I change, it feels like dying. Everything I am dies. Some new man goes sauntering away. And I'm dead.
Wilfred: No, but you're so clever. Can't you bring her memory back? Just go to her now. Go on. Just run across the street. Go up and say hello.
The Doctor: If she ever remembers me her mind will burn and she will die.
Wilfred: There he is. Shaun Temple. They're engaged. Getting married in the Spring.
The Doctor: Another wedding.
Wilfred: Yeah.
The Doctor: Hold on, she's not going to be called Noble-Temple. It sounds like a tourist spot.
Wilfred: No it's Temple-Noble.
The Doctor: Right. Is she happy? Is he nice?
Wilfred: Yeah, he's sweet enough. He's a bit of a dreamer. Mind you he's on minimum wage. She's earning tuppence so all they can afford is a tiny little flat. And then sometimes I see this look on her face. Like she's so sad. And she can't remember why.
Wilfred: How 'bout you? Who've you got now?
The Doctor: No one. Travelling alone. I thought it would be better but I did some things, it went wrong. I need—
Wilfred: Oh my word. I—
The Doctor: Mm. Merry Christmas.
Wilfred: Yeah. And you.
The Narrator: And so it came to pass that the players took their final places. Making ready the events that were to come. A madman sat in his empire of dust and ashes. Little knowing of the glory he would achieve. While his savior looked upon the wilderness in the hope of changing his inevitable fate. Far away, the idiots and fools dreamt of a shining new future. A future now doomed to never happen. As Earth rolled onwards into night the people of that world did sleep. And shiver. Somehow knowing the dawn would bring only one thing. The Final Day.
The Doctor: What if I ask you for help? There's more at work tonight than you or me.
The Master: Oh yeah?
The Doctor: I've been told something is returning.
The Master: And here I am.
The Doctor: No, something more.
The Master: But it hurts!
The Doctor: I was told the end of time—
The Master: It hurts, Doctor. The noise, the noise in my head, Doctor. 1-2-3-4, 1-2-3-4. Stronger than ever before. Can't you hear it?
The Doctor: Sorry.
The Master: Listen listen listen listen. Every minute, every second, every beat of my hearts. There it is, calling to me. Please listen.
The Doctor: I can't hear it.
The Master: Listen.
The Doctor: I heard it. But there's no noise. It never has been. It's just your insanity. What is it? What's inside your head?
The Master: It's real. It's real!
The Master: All these years you thought I was mad. King of the Wasteland! But something is calling me, Doctor. What is it? What is it?!?
Sylvia Noble: Oh now that's lovely. Look at that. Absolutely beautiful! Love from Donna. Did you keep the receipt?
The Woman: Events are moving, Wilfred.
Wilfred: Eh?
The Woman: Faster than we thought.
Wilfred: Can you see that?
Donna: Frankly I'd tell Her Majesty it's time for trouser suits.
Wilfred: No no no. That's not the Queen.
The Woman: Only you can see me. Only you stand at the Heart of Coincidence.
Wilfred: Why? What have I done?
The Woman: You're an old soldier, sir. Only you were too late. The war was won and passed you by.
Wilfred: I did my duty.
The Woman: you never killed a man.
Wilfred: No I didn't. No I did not. But don't say that like it's shameful.
The Woman: The time will come when you must take arms.
Wilfred: Who are you?
The Woman: Tell the Doctor nothing of this. His life could still be saved. So long as you tell him nothing.
The Doctor: I lost him. I was unconscious. He's still on Earth—I can smell him—but he's too far away.
Wilfred: You can't park there! What if Donna sees it?
The Doctor: You're the only one, Wilf.
The only connection I can think of. You're involved. If I could just work out how.
Wilfred: His name's Joshua Naismith.
The Doctor: That's the man. I was shown him by the Ood.
Wilfred: By the what?
The Doctor: By the Ood.
Wilfred: What's the Ood?
The Doctor: They're just the Ood.
The Doctor: Oh she's still fighting for it even now. The Doctor-Donna.
Sylvia: Come back here! Come back here I said! Come back!
Donna: Are you shouting at thin air?
Sylvia: Yes. Possibly. Yes.
The Doctor: Ah. Right. Yes. Bigger on the inside. Do you like it?
Wilfred: I thought it would be cleaner.
The Doctor: Cleaner?! I could take you back home right now.
The Master: Woah. That's not from Earth.
Naismith: And neither are you. A perfect combination don't you think?
Naismith: We calculate that if this device can be fully repaired by your good self it can restore the body forever. Hence its given title. The Immortality Gate. Because that's what I want. Not for me, but for my daughter. I want her never to die. My gift to her. She will be immortal.
Abigail: Abigail. It means "bringer of joy".
The Doctor: Nice gate.
Wilfred: Hello! Oh, sorry.
The Doctor: Don't try calling security or I'll tell them you're wearing a shimmer. 'Cause I reckon anyone wearing a shimmer doesn't want the shimmer to be noticed or they wouldn't need a shimmer in the first place.
Addams: I'm sorry. What's a shimmer?
The Doctor: Shimmer!
Wilfred: Oh my lord. She's a cactus.
Naismith: The visitor will be restrained.
The Master: What? But I repaired it.
Naismith: I'm not an idiot. Don't let that man anywhere near it.
The Doctor: Now tell me quickly what's going on. The Master. Harold Saxon. Skeletor! Whatever you're calling him. What's he doing up there?
Wilfred: So that thing's like a sick bed, yeah?
More or less.
Wilfred: Well pardon me for asking, but why's it so big?
The Doctor: Oh. Good question!
Why's it so big?
Addams: It doesn't just mend one person at a time.
Rossiter: That would be ridiculous.
Addams: It mends whole planets.
The Master: Homeless was I. Destitute and dying. Well look at me now.
The Doctor: What is it? Hypnotism? Mind control? You're grafting your thoughts inside them. Is that it?
The Master: Oh no, that's way too easy. They're not going to think like me. They're going to become me.
Donna: They've changed. Granddad. It's like... like this sort of thing happened... before. My head! Oh my head!
Wilfred: Doctor! She's starting to remember! What is it? What have you done, you monster?!
The Master: Breaking news: I'm everyone. And everyone in the entire world is me.
The Master: The human race was always your favorite Doctor. And now there is no human race. There is only the Master Race.
The Narrator: And so it came to pass. On Christmas Day. That the human race id cease to exist. But even then the Master had no concept of his greater role in events. For this was far more than humanity's end. This day was the day upon which the whole of creation would change forever. This was the day the Time Lords returned. For Gallifrey!
For Gallifrey!
For victory!
For victory!
For the end of time itself!