Doctor Who quotes

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!

Tomorrow's promised to no one, Doctor, but I insist upon my past, I am entitled to that.

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!

How could you know?!

I'm an archaeologist from the future. I dug you up.

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.

Why do they call him "Spider-Man"? Don't they like him?

Young Grant

He was bitten by a radioactive spider, and guess what happened?

Radiation poisoning, I should think.

Young Grant

No. He got special powers.

What? Vomiting. Hair loss. And death. Fat lot of use.

With great power comes great responsibility. No 'man' worthy of the title leaves a baby alone.

Oh. There's the smile. I don't like the smile.

The Sword of Damocles hanging over New York. I can't destroy it, I can't remove it, I can't stop it falling. There's only one thing I can do.

What?

The unexpected! The thing about being in a room full of buttons and switches is… I love buttons and switches! [he frantically presses various buttons and switches]

Things end. That's all. Everything ends, and it's always sad. But everything begins again too, and that's… always happy. Be happy. I'll look after everything else.