Twelfth Doctor quotes from Doctor Who

[to the Doctor] You. You listen to me. You're going to be alone now, and you're very bad at that. You're going to be furious, and you're going to be sad, but listen to me. Don't let this change you. No, listen. Whatever happens next, wherever she is sending you, I know what you're capable of. You don't be a warrior. Promise me. Be a Doctor.

What's the point of being a Doctor if I can't cure you?

Heal yourself. You have to. You can't let this turn you into a monster. So, I'm not asking you for a promise. I'm giving you an order. You will not insult my memory. There will be no revenge. I will die, and no one else, here or anywhere, will suffer.

What about me?

If there was something I could do about that, I would. I guess we're both just going to have to be brave.

What Clara said, about not taking revenge. You know why she said that?

She was saving you.

I was lost a long time ago. She was saving you. I'll do my best. But I strongly advise you to keep out of my way. You'll find that it's a very small universe when I'm angry with you.

I can't keep doing this! I can't! I can't... always do this! It's not fair! It's not fair, Clara! Why can't I just lose?!

But I can remember, Clara. You don't understand. I can remember it all. Every time.

And you'll still be gone. Whatever I do... You still won't be there.

Doctor. You are not the only person who ever lost someone. It’s the story of everybody. Get over it. Beat it. Break free.

Doctor, it's time. Get up, off your arse, and win.

Is this a story, or did this really happen?

Every story ever told really happened. Stories... are where memories go when they're forgotten.

Do you know what they did to me? The Confession Dial is a ritual act of purification. It allows a dying Time Lord to face his demons, make his peace before his mind is uploaded to the Matrix. It was never intended as a torture chamber for the living!

Rassilon grew concerned about the coming of the Hybrid.

Afraid.

You were entrapped and imprisoned at his command.

And look at him now.

Why did you banish him? Was it punishment, or for your own protection? Were you just being cruel, or just being cowardly?

One question. And you will answer: How long was the Doctor inside the Confession Dial?

We think... four-and-a-half billion years.

He could've left any time he wanted, he just had to say what he knew. The Dial would've released him.

Four-and-a-half billion years?

If she says so.

No! Why would you even do that? I was dead! I was dead and gone! Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?!

I had a duty of care!

You have gone too far. You have broken every code you ever lived by.

After all this time, after everything I've done, don't you think the universe owes me this?

Owes you what? All you're doing is giving her hope.

Since when is hope a bad thing?

Hope is a terrible thing on the scaffold.

Where can he run?

Where he always runs. Away. Just away.

What if one last heartbeat is all I've got? What if Time isn't healing? What if the universe needs me to die?

The universe is over! It doesn't have a say any more! We're standing on the last ember, the last fragment of everything that ever was. As of this moment, I'm answerable to no-one!

You and me, together... Look how far I went, for fear of losing you. This has to stop. One of us has to go.

[after seemingly reversed the polarity of the neural interface] You really don't know which?

Let's find out. Let's do it... like we've done everything else: together.

[losing memory of Clara] Run like hell, because you always need to. Laugh at everything, because it's always funny.

No. Stop it. You're saying goodbye. Don't say goodbye!

Never be cruel and never be cowardly. And if you ever are, always make amends.

Stop it! Stop! Stop it!

Never eat pears. They're too squishy and they always make your chin wet. That one's quite important. Write it down.

I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry.

It's OK. It's OK. I went too far. I broke all my own rules. I became the Hybrid. This is right. I accept it.

I can't. There has to be something I can do.

Smile for me. Go on. Clara Oswald… one last time.

How could I smile?

It's OK. Don't you worry. I'll remember it.

What Clara told you in the Cloisters...

I don't remember a single thing about it.

You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs.

That would be nice...

Yeah, it would be, wouldn't it?

We weren't sure where you'd come down.

Sorry?

In your capsule.

I'm never sure. I don't like being sure about things. One minute you're sure, the next, everyone tuns into lizards and a piano falls on your head.

A piano?

It's been a long day.

Is it sad?

Why would a diary be sad?

I don't know, it's just that… you look sad.

It's nearly full.

So?

The man who gave me this was the sort of man who'd know exactly how long a diary you were going to need.

He sounds awful.

I suppose he is. I've never really thought about it.

Not somebody special then?

No. But terribly useful every now and then.

When you love the Doctor, it's like loving the stars themselves. You don't expect a sunset to admire you back. And if I happen to find myself in danger, let me tell you, the Doctor is not stupid enough, or sentimental enough, and he is certainly not in love enough to find himself standing in it with me! [She catches the Doctor's gaze, and the two look into each other's eyes]

Hello, sweetie.

You are so doing those roots.

What, the roots of the sunset?

Don't you dare.

I'll have to check with the stars themselves.

Oh shut up! I was just keeping them talking 'til it kicks off!

Times end, River, because they have to. Because there's no such thing as happy ever after. It's just a lie we tell ourselves because the truth is so hard.

No, Doctor. You're wrong. Happy ever after doesn't mean forever. It just means time. A little time. But that's not the sort of thing you could ever understand, is it?

Mmm. What do you think of the towers?

I love them.

Then why are you ignoring them?

They're ignoring me. But, then, you can't expect a monolith to love you back.

No, you can't. They've been there for millions of years, through storms and floods and wars and… time. Nobody really understands where the music comes from. It's probably something to do with the precise positions, the distance between both towers. Even the locals aren't sure. All anyone will ever tell you is that when the wind stands fair and the night is perfect… when you least expect it… but always… when you need it the most… there is a song.

So, assuming tonight is all we have left…

I didn't say that.

How long… is a night on Darillium?

24 years.

[she gasps] I hate you.

No, you don't.