I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself.
I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! You’ve swallowed a planet! I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why.
*Insistently* Bow ties are cool! Come on Amy, I’m a normal bloke, tell me what normal blokes do! I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why.
No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
- Saving the world with meals on wheels.
- You hit me with a cricket bat.
- Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time!
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
- Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.
- I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why.
- You’ve swallowed a planet!
I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better?
Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! You hit me with a cricket bat. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship. Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me!
You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Did I mention we have comfy chairs? You hit me with a cricket bat. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister.
Saving the world with meals on wheels. They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas?
They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? Saving the world with meals on wheels. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
