Seventh Doctor quotes from Doctor Who

What do you make of that?

Ace

It's a playground.

The burn marks. See them? Well?

Ace

A landing pattern for some kind of spacecraft, isn't it?

Very good.

Ace

But this is Earth, 1963. Well someone would've noticed, I'd have heard about it!

Do you remember the Zygon gambit with the Loch Ness monster? Or the Yetis in the underground?

Ace

The what?

Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.

Ace

What are we looking for?

Shush. Whoever it was landed the spaceship in the playground.

Ace

And that would be?

More Daleks.

Ace

Oh, great. I thought it might be something really nasty(!)

Ah, the cellar. It could be down in there.

Ace

Why the cellar?

Good place to put things, cellars.

Ace

What about the Dalek? Won't he try and stop us?

Quite possibly. Stay close behind.

Ace

Hey. It must have gone back down to the cellar.

You will be exterminated!

Sugar?

Ah. A decision... Would it make any difference?

Would make your tea sweet.

Yes, but beyond the confines of my taste buds, would it make any difference?

Not really.

But...

Yeah?

What if I could control people's taste buds? What if I decided that no one would take sugar? That'd make a difference to those who sell the sugar and those who cut the cane.

My father, he was a cane cutter!

Exactly. Now if no one had used sugar, your father wouldn't have been a cane cutter.

If this sugar thing had never started, my great grandfather wouldn't have been kidnapped, chained up and sold in Kingston in the first place. I'd be a African.

Every great decision creates ripples, like a huge boulder dropped in a lake. The ripples merge and rebound off the banks in unforeseeable ways. The heavier the decision, the larger the waves, the more uncertain the consequences.

Life's like that. Best thing is just to get on with it.

It's called that because Time Lords have an infinite capacity for pretension.

Ace

Noticed that.

Doctor, we've had a report of a radar contact.

On a re-entry curve from low orbit?

Yes.

That'll be the Imperial Dalek shuttlecraft.

Gilmore

What? They're not landing a spaceship here.

Here? No. We're much too far from the main action.

You're sure...?

Ace

[staring out the window at the Dalek shuttle landing in the school playground] Cor!

Ace, get away from the window! Down!

I think I might have miscalculated.

The Daleks shall become Lords of Time! We shall become all-

Powerful! Crush the lesser races! Conquer the galaxy! UNIMAGINABLE POWER! UNLIMITED RICE PUDDING, ETCETERA, ETCETERA!

You have tricked me!

No, Davros. You tricked yourself.

Omega Device returning! Impact minus-25!

Did you think I would let you have the Hand of Omega?

Do not do this, I beg of you!

Nothing can stop it now!

[pathetically] Have pity on me!

I have pity for you!

15!

Goodbye Davros. It hasn't been pleasant.

Dalek, you have been defeated. Surrender! You have failed.

Insufficient data.

Your forces are destroyed, your home planet a burnt cinder circling a dead sun.

There is no data.

Even Davros, your creator, is dead. You have no superiors, no inferiors, no reinforcements, no hope, no rescue!

You are lying! There is insufficient data!

You're trapped, a trillion miles and a thousand years from a disintegrated home. I have defeated you. You no longer serve any purpose.

Ace

Doctor?

Yes?

Ace

We did good, didn't we?

Perhaps. Time will tell. It always does.

Welcome to the Kandy Kitchen, gentlemen!

I'm sure the pleasure's all ours...

I do hope so. I like my volunteers to die with smiles on their faces.

Name?

I'm the Doctor. Haven't we met?

I'm sorry, that's classified information.

You're Trevor Sigma, aren't you?

Galactic Census Bureau, I ask the questions.

You ask the questions?

I'm sorry, that's classified information. Address?

Which one?

If you live here, I need a town and a street. If you're an alien, I need a home planet, except when you spend more than half the work year away, in which case I need a planet of origin.

That's classified information. Name?

What?

I ask the questions. Name!

Trevor Sigma.

Address?

Galactic Census.

What's happening Doctor?

Questionnaire. Occupation?

Galactic Census Bureau, authorised to enter all Alphan property and to interview all Alphans.

Good, take me to your leader.

Get back. Or he'll use the gun.

Yes, I imagine he will. You like guns, don't you?

This is a specialised weapon. It's designed for roof duty. Designed for long range. I've never used one up close before.

Let him go.

No.

No. In fact... let him come a little closer.

Stay where you are.

Why? Scared? Why should you be scared? You're the one with the gun.

That's right.

And you like guns, don't you?

He'll kill you.

Of course he will. That's what guns are for. Pull a trigger. End a life. Simple, isn't it?

Yes.

Makes sense, doesn't it?

Yes.

A life, killing life.

Who are you?

[To Sniper 2] Shut up. [To Sniper 1] Why don't you do it then? Look me in the eye. Pull the trigger. End my life.

No.

Why not?

I can't.

Why not?

I don't know.

You don't, do you. [The Doctor takes Sniper 1's gun and drops it off the roof. He turns to Sniper 2] Throw away your gun.

You're a nice guy Doctor, but a little weird.

Enough with the little...

And where are the Census Bureau going to send you next?

Earth. Have you been there?

Once or twice.

I hear it's a miserable sort of place.

You’re making me feel nostalgic.