Eleventh Doctor quotes from Doctor Who

Are we going to be okay?

Yes.

Is that a lie?

Possibly. Very dangerous time, Clara. East and West standing on the brink of nuclear oblivion. Lots of itchy fingers on the button.

Isn't it always like that?

Sorta. But there are flash points and this is one of them. Hair, shoulder pads, nukes. It's the '80s. Everything's bigger.

We were drilling for oil in the ice. I thought I'd found a mammoth.

It's not a mammoth.

No.

What is it, then?

It's an Ice Warrior! A native of the planet Mars. And we go way back. Way back.

Martian? You can't be serious!

I'm always serious. With days off.

Doctor.

Just keeping it light, Clara. They're scared.

They're scared? I'm scared!

The TARDIS! Where's the TARDIS? You never explained.

Oh, well, don't worry about that.

Stop saying that. Where is it?

Yeah. Well, I wasn't to know, was I?

Know what?

I've been tinkering, breaking her in. I'm allowed.

What did you do?

[mumbling] I reset the HADS.

Huh?

I reset [suddenly quieting his voice] the HADS.

The what?

The HADS! The Hostile Action Displacement System! If the TARDIS comes under attack, gunfire, time winds, the... sea, it... relocates!

Oh, Doctor...

Haven't used it in donkey's years. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Well, never mind, it's bound to turn up somewhere. [The Doctor's sonic screwdriver is heard whirring in his pocket] Ooh. Ha! See? Right on cue. [He examines his screwdriver's readings] Brilliant.

Brilliant.

The TARDIS is at the Pole.

Not far, then.

[sheepish] The South Pole.

Ah.

[to Captain Zhukov, embarrassed] Could we have a lift? [Both Clara and Zhukov laugh as they head back into the submarine; the Doctor laughs sarcastically after them]

Back in a mo'. You alright?

Totally. Peachy keen.

Okay, then. Well, don't press any buttons or pull any levers or make funny faces. Actually, don't move. Stand completely still. Don't breathe. Well... you can breathe, but shallow breaths.

Have we just watched the entire life cycle of Earth, birth to death?

Yes.

And you're okay with that?

Yes...

How can you be?

The TARDIS. She's... time. We... wibbly vortex and so on.

That's not what I mean.

Okay. Some help? Context? Cheat sheet? Something?

I mean one minute you're in 1974 looking for ghosts, but all you have to do is open your eyes and talk to whoever's standing there. To you, I haven't been born yet. And, to you, I've been dead a hundred billion years. [Clara looks at the ruined Earth of the distant future displayed on the TARDIS scanner] Is my body out there somewhere? In the ground?

Yes. I suppose it is.

But here we are, talking, so I am a ghost. To you, I'm a ghost. We're all ghosts to you. We must be nothing.

No. No. You're not that.

Then what are we? What can we possibly be?

You are the only mystery worth solving.

Doctor, will it hurt?

No. Well, yes, probably. A bit. Well, quite a lot. I don't know. It might be agony. To be perfectly honest, I'll be interested to find out.

How big is this baby?

Picture the biggest ship you've ever seen. Are you picturing it?

Yeah.

Good, now forget it, because this ship's infinite.

It'll take you hours to find the girl.

Days, plus this whole ship is toxic, she'll be dead by the time I reach her. So, here's the mission. We're going to find her in one hour.

We?

You're my guys for this.

That wasn't the deal!

It is now.

And what makes you think we'll help?

I just activated the TARDIS self-destruct system. [59:56:90 counts down with beeps] One hour until this ship blows. [Bram rushes for the doors, but the Doctor locks them with the flick of a switch] Don't try to leave! The TARDIS is in lockdown. I'll open those doors when Clara's by my side.

You crazy lunatic!

My ship, my rules!

You'll kill us all, and the girl.

She's going to die if you don't help me. Don't get into a spaceship with a mad man. Didn't anyone teach you that?

It isn't just the past leaking out through the time rift, it's the future. Listen, I brought you here to keep you safe, but it happened again. You died again.

What do you mean again?

If you don't have a plan, we're dead!

Yes. We are. So just tell me.

Tell you what?

Well, we're about to die. There's no point now. Just tell me who you are.

[puzzled] You know who I am.

No, I don't. I look at you at you every single day, and I don't understand a thing about you. Why do I keep running into you?

Doctor, you invited me. You said —

Before that. I met you at the Dalek Asylum. There was a girl in a shipwreck, and she died saving my life, and she was you.

She really wasn't.

Victorian London. There was a governess who was really a barmaid, and we fought the Great Intelligence together. She died, and it was my fault, and she was you!

You're scaring me.

What are you, eh? A trick? A trap?

I don't know what you're talking about! [She stumbles backwards, and the Doctor clasps her to keep her from falling over the cliff beside them]

...You really don't, do you?

I think I'm more scared of you right now than anything else on that TARDIS.

You're just Clara, aren't you? [he hugs her]

Okay. I don't know what the hell this is about, but the hug is really nice.

What are you going to do?

Rewrite today, I hope. I've thrown this through the time rift before. I need to make sure this time. Gonna take it in there myself. There might be a certain amount of yelling.

Is it going to hurt?

Things that end your life often do that.

Wait! All those things you said. How we've met before, how I died.

Clara, don't worry. You'll forget. Time mends us. It can mend anything.

I don't wanna forget. Not all of it. The library. I saw it. You were mentioned in a book.

I'm mentioned in a lot of books.

You call yourself "Doctor". Why do you do that? You have a name. I've seen it in one corner of that tiny - [He silences her]

If I rewrite today, you won't remember. You won't go looking... for my name.

You'll still have secrets?

It's better that way.

[Emerging from the TARDIS] Okay! So, not London, 1893 – Yorkshire, 1893. Near enough.

You’re making a habit of this. Getting us lost.

Sorry. It’s much better than it used to be. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport.

What for?

Search me. Anyway— [There is a scream in the distance. They look at each other] Brave heart, Clara.

Right, right, London. We were headed for London, weren't we?

Was there any particular reason?

No! No, just thought you might...like it.

Yeah... Maybe had enough of Victorian values for a bit. [steps into the TARDIS]

You're the boss.

[pokes her head out, bemused] Am I?

[realising what he's just said] No! No! Get in! [Clara does so, smirking]

Hey, Clara! There you are. Now, a quick rundown. What's our weapons strength?

One big gun, five of those hand pulsar units, and a shiny black bomb that implodes the planet.

Yeah, yeah. That one. Now, tell me, does it happen, possibly, to have a sort-of remote triggery thing? [she shows it to him] Brilliant. Pass it here.

No.

Why not?

In case you're not you right now. Or even if you are – just in case.

Oh, don't worry. The Cyber-Planner's hibernating between moves right now. Shh.

Prove you're you. Tell me something only the Doctor knows.

Clara... I suppose... I'm the only one who knows how I... feel about you right now. How funny you are... so funny... and pretty. [she smiles] And the truth is I'm starting to like you in a way that is more than just... [he leans in to kiss her. She slaps him].

Ow! Ow, ow! Yes! It's me! That really hurt! How did you know that was him?

Because even if that was true, which it is... obviously not, I know you well enough to know that you would rather die than say it. Finish your stupid game-- [he suddenly grabs her arm] Doctor, let go!

[struggling] I can't... he's got control of the left arm...!

[scared] Doctor?

He got what he wanted. He destroyed the trigger. My move...

What do you mean, he got what he wanted?

[taking control again] He means... good news, boys and girls! THEEEEEEEEY'RE HEEEEEEEERE!

Ah, hello. Can someone untie me, please?

Do you think I'm pretty?

No. You're too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny.

Good enough.

It's a hell of a monument.

It's the TARDIS.

I can see that.

No. When a TARDIS is dying, sometimes the dimension dams start breaking down. They used to call it a size leak. All the bigger-on-the-inside starts leaking to the outside. It grows. When I say that's the TARDIS, I don't mean it looks like the TARDIS, I mean it actually is the TARDIS, my TARDIS from the future. What else would they bury me in?