Doctor Who quotes

Mind you, I'm not wild about computers myself, but they are a tool. If you have a tool, it's stupid not to use it.

[working on his TARDIS console, singing] I don't want to set the world on fire... [BANG! Smoke comes out of the TARDIS door, followed by the Doctor carrying a piece of dematerialization mechanism. He goes to the lab bench and places it in a device clearly designed to hold the three legged item. There is a knock at the door.] Not today, thank you.

You know Jo, I sometimes think that military intelligence is a contradiction in terms.

Who the heck are you? Well?

I am usually referred to as The Master!

Oh? Is that so?

Universally!

Mister Farrel tells me you've changed the mix. What right have you got to interfere? Do you know you've ruined a whole day's production?

You call this ruined?

Well, it's the wrong color and the wrong texture. Of course it's ruined!

You don't appreciate its full potential, do you?

Look and I don't want to. It doesn't meet our specification.

This plastic has got unique properties, Mister McDermott. Allow me to demonstrate. [Throws the plastic on the floor and snaps his fingers]

It's unique, right enough. So, er, you're a magician as well as a Colonel, eh?

I am many things!

Months of delicate hard work and now look at it, you ham-fisted bun vendor!

Nonsense, what you need, Doctor, as Miss Shaw herself so often remarked, is someone to pass you your test tubes, and to tell you how brilliant you are.

This thing actually attacked you?

Jo Grant

It was going to if Mike hadn't shot it. It was horrible.

Seems as though you may be right, Doctor.

I usually am.

Well, it's dead enough now.

Jo, where were you when this thing started moving?

Jo

I was on the telephone.

And what about you, Captain Yates?

I wasn't here, I'd just gone out to, uh, fetch a tin of cocoa.

Yes, well something must have-[pause] Fetch a tin of what?

Cocoa.

Are you trying to tell me that you were going to make cocoa in my lab?!

That was the general idea. I'm sorry, Doctor.

Help, Brigadier! HELP!

The Nestenes can put life into anything made of plastic. Anything at all.

[Looking for the Doctor and Jo who are chased by 2 autons disguised as policemen] Doctor? Miss Grant?

Get down man! Get down!

Look out!

They're Autons! Bullets can't stop them!

Jo Grant

(after the Doctor tells her about the Thunderbolt missile) But what's it got to do with The Master?

Everything. He's hoping to steal it.

Thank you, Brigadier. But do you think for once in your life, you could manage to arrive before the nick of time?!

I'm glad to see you too, Doctor.

Pure mathematics cannot lie!

Obviously the Time Lords have programmed the TARDIS always to return to Earth. It seems that I am some kind of a galactic yo-yo!