Eleventh Doctor quotes from Doctor Who

Amy, it's me. Do you remember me? [She slaps him] She remembers me.

Same old Amy.

Do you know how you make someone into a Dalek? Subtract love, add anger. Doesn't she seem a bit too angry to you?

Well, somebody's never been to Scotland.

What about you, though, Oswin? Why are you okay? Why hasn't the nano-cloud converted you?

I mentioned the genius thing, yeah? Shielded in here.

Hmm, clever of you. Now this place, the Daleks said it was fully automated, but look at it — it's a wreck.

Well, I've had nearly a year to mess with them... and not a lot else to do.

A genius entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the Universe has ever seen — but, you know what really gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés. Where do you get milk for the soufflés? Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?

No. Frankly, no! Twice.

Oswin? I think I'm close.

You are! Less than twenty feet away. Which is the good news.

Okay...and the bad, which I suddenly feel is coming?

You’re about to pass through intensive care.

What's so special about this lot, then?

Dunno. Survivors of particular wars. Spiridon. Kembel. Aridius. Vulcan. Exxilon. Ringing any bells?

All of them.

Yeah? How?

These are the Daleks who survived me.

Doctor... Doctor... Doctor...

That's weird. Those ones don't usually wake up for anything.

Yeah, well, special visitor.

Not possible.

Run.

Doctor!

[gleeful] I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship!!!

Are you saying that dinosaurs are flying a spaceship?

Brian, please, that would be ridiculous. They're probably just passengers. Did I mention missiles?

Missiles?!

Didn't want to worry you. Anyway, six hours is a lifetime. Not literally a lifetime. That's what we're trying to avoid! Ha ha!

The beach is humming!

Is it? Oh, yes! Right, well, don't just stand there, you two! Dig! I'm going to look at rocks. Love a rock.

Dig with what?

Ah! Well! [Removes a trowel from his pocket and starts digging]

Did you just have that on you?

Of course. What sort of a man doesn't carry a trowel? Put it on your Christmas list.

Dad, I'm 31. I don't have a Christmas list anymore.

[From afar] I do!

Look, Solomon. The missiles. See them shine? See how valuable they are? And they're all yours.

You wouldn't leave me, Doctor!

Enjoy your bounty.

We evacuate the town, our ship's just over the hills, room for everyone. I'll pop out, bring it back here, Robert's your uncle.

Really!? As simple as that? No crazy schemes? No negotiations?

I've matured. I'm twelve hundred years old now, plus I don't want to miss The Archers.

Oh, so you're not even a tiny bit curious?

Why would I be curious? It's a mysterious space cowboy assassin. Curious? Of course I'm not curious.

Can I borrow your horse, please? It's official Marshall business. [He mounts the preacher's horse]

He's called Joshua. It's from the Bible. It means "the deliverer".

No, he isn't.

What?

I speak horse. He's called Susan.

And he wants you to respect his life choices.

[Angrily] Today, I honour victims first; his, The Master's, the Daleks', all the people who died because of my mercy!

See, this is what happens when you travel alone for too long. Well listen to me, Doctor. We can't be like him. We have to be better than him.

How old are you?

Nearly 19.

That's 18, then. Too young to have fought in the war, so I'm guessing you've never shot anyone before, have you?

First time for everything.

But that's how all this started. Jex turned someone into a weapon. Now that same story's gonna make you a killer, too. Don't you see? Violence doesn't end violence, it extends it. And I don't think you want to do this. I don't think you want to become that man.

There's kids here.

I know, who I can save, if you'll let me.

[Nodding to the building holding Kahler-Jex] He really worth the risk?

I don't know. But you are.

Frightened people. Give me a Dalek any day.

If I had a restaurant, this'd be all I'd serve.

Yeah, right! You running a restaurant.

I've run restaurants. Who do you think invented the Yorkshire pudding?

[Laughs, then realises the Doctor is being serious] You didn't?

Pudding, yet savoury. Sound familiar?

Well, there was a time -- there were years when I couldn't live without you, um... When just the whole "everyday" thing would drive me crazy... But since you've dropped us back here, since you've given us this house, y'know, we've built a life! I-- I don't know if I can have both.

Why?

Because they pull at each other. Because they pull at me, and because the traveling is starting to feel like running away.

That's not what it is.

Oh, c'mon, look at you. Four days in a lounge and you go crazy.

I'm not running away. But this is one corner of one country in one continent on one planet that's a corner of a galaxy that's a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much, so much, to see, Amy, because it goes so fast. I'm not running away from things, I am running to them before they flare and fade forever. And it's alright. Our lives won't run the same. They can't. One day, soon maybe, you'll stop. I've known for a while.

Then why do you keep coming back for us?

Because you were the first. The first face this face saw. And you're seared onto my hearts, Amelia Pond. You always will be. I'm running to you and Rory before you fade from me.

The pest-controllers of the universe, that's how the tales went, isn't it?

Wow. That's some seriously weird bedtime story.

You can talk. Wolf in your grandmother's nightdress?

Look, I know -- you both have lives here. Beautiful, messy lives. That is what makes you so fabulously... human! You don't want to give them up. I understand.

Actually, it's you they can't give up, Doctor. And I don't think they should. Go with him! Go save every world you can find -- who else has that chance? Life'll still be here.

You could come, Brian.

Somebody's gotta water the plants.

Why did you do that?

Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings!