Doctor Who quotes

He's the Doctor. He's very brave and he's very silly, and I think, for a time, he's going to be very sad. But I promise, in the end, he'll be alright.

Imagine if time happened all at once. Every moment of your life laid out around you… like a city. Streets full of buildings made of days. The day you were born. The day you die. The day you fall in love. The day that love ends. A whole city built from triumph and heartbreak and boredom and laughter and cutting your toenails. It's the best place you will ever be. Time is a structure relative to ourselves. Time is the space made by our lives. Where we stand together forever. Time and relative dimension in space. It means "life".

Why'd you run like that?

Like what?

Like a penguin with his arse on fire.

Ergonomics. [points to his reflection in the puddle] That's my face, yeah?

You seem a bit flexible on the subject.

Oh, you have no idea.

[about the TARDIS] Doctor, it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside!

Hey hey, we got there!

How is that possible? How'd he do that?

Well, first, you have to imagine a very big box fitting inside a very small box.

Okay.

Then you have to make one. It's the second part people normally get stuck on.

Is everything out here evil?

Hardly anything is evil. But most things are hungry. Hunger looks very like evil from the wrong end of the cutlery. Or do you think that your bacon sandwich loves you back?

What changed your mind?

Time.

Time?

And relative dimension in space. [Opens the TARDIS door with a snap] It means… "What the hell."

You don't steer the TARDIS, you negotiate with it!

Why are you Scottish?

I'm not Scottish, I'm just cross!

What's the opposite of a massacre?

OK, what?

In my experience, a lecture.

Do you know why I always win at chess? I have a secret move. I kick over the board.

I re-initialised the entire command structure, retaining all programmed abilities but deleting the supplementary preference architecture.

He turned it off and on again.

So how do we stay out of trouble?

Well, I'm not the right person to ask.

Travelling to the past, there's got to be rules. If I step on a butterfly, it could send ripples through time that mean I'm not even born yet in the first place, and I could just disappear.

Definitely. I mean, that's what happened to Pete.

Pete?

Your friend, Pete. He was standing there a moment ago. He stepped on a butterfly. Now you don't even remember him.

Shut up! I'm being serious.

So was Pete.

Regency England. Bit more black than they show in the movies.

So was Jesus. History's a whitewash.

If you care so much, tell me how many people you've seen die?

I don't know.

Okay. How many before you lost count?

I care, Bill. But I move on.

Yeah, how quickly?

It's not me you're angry with.

Have you ever killed anyone? There's a look in your eyes sometimes that makes me wonder. Have you?

There are situations when the options available are limited.

Not what I asked.

Sometimes the choices are very-

That's not what I asked!

Yes.

How many?

Don't tell me. (disgusted) You've moved on.

And you know what happens if I don't move on? More people die. There are kids living rough near here, they may well be next on the menu. Do you want to help me, or do you want to stand here stamping your foot? Because let me tell you something, I'm 2,000 years old... and I have never had the time for the luxury of outrage.