Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes
Deep Breath
Policeman: Come on, out of the way. Move yourself, please. Coming through. That's it. Excuse me, sir.
(A trio are escorted through the crowd to a police Inspector.) Gregson: Madame Vastra, thank God. I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before.
Vastra: Well, not since I was a little girl.
Jenny: Big fella, isn't he?
Vastra: Dinosaurs were mostly this size. I do believe it's a she.
Jenny: No, they weren't, I've seen fossils.
Vastra: I was there.
Gregson: Well, that's all well and good, but what's this dinosaur fellow doing in the Thames?
(The Tyrannosaurus Rex is pacing and bellowing in the river, and still standing taller than the Elizabeth Tower, then known simply as the Clock Tower because of the four clock faces and Big Ben housed within it. That makes the creature well over 315 feet or 96 metres tall. Naturally, the crowd screams.) Vastra: It must have time travelled. Jenny?
(Jenny holds up a hand-scanner, which is part of her glove.) Gregson: Time travelled?
(The dinosaur tries to cough something up.) Jenny: Is it choking?
Vastra: There seems to be something lodged in its throat.
Jenny: How could it time travel?
Vastra: I don't know. Perhaps it was something it ate.
(The dinosaur manages to dislodge the obstruction in its throat, and a small blue box with a light on top flies out of its mouth to land right way up on the riverbank below the crowd.) Gregson: Stand back. Stand back, stand back.
(He pushes his way forward to a better vantage point.) Well, it's just laid an egg.
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Strax: Exit the box, and surrender to the glory of the Sontaran empire.
(A tall grey-haired man opens the door and looks out. Smoke comes out as well.) The Doctor: Shush.
(He shuts the door again.) Strax: Doctor?
(The door opens again.) The Doctor: I was being chased by a giant dinosaur, but I think I managed to give it the slip.
(The door shuts again, then is opened slowly.) Sleepy?
Strax: Sir?
The Doctor: Bashful? Sneezy? Dopey? Grumpy.
(Then he sees the two women and walks towards them.) Oh, you two. The green one and the not-green one. Or it could be the other way round, I mustn't prejudge.
(Clara appears, very dishevelled. She is wearing a black fitted jacket with an 'outline of bow tie' motif and tartan mini-kilt.) Oh, you remember, er. Thingy. The, er, the not-me one. The asking questions one. Names not my area.
Clara: Clara.
The Doctor: Well, it might be Clara. Might not be. It's a lottery.
Clara: It is Clara.
The Doctor: Well, I'm not ruling it out.
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The Doctor: Why this one? Why did I choose this face? It's like I'm trying to tell myself something. Like I'm trying to make a point. But what is so important that I can't just tell myself what I'm thinking?
Barney: Er
The Doctor: I'm not just being rhetorical here. You can join in.
Barney: I don't like it.
The Doctor: What?
Barney: Your face.
The Doctor: Well, I don't like it either. Well, it's all right up until the eyebrows. Then it just goes haywire. Look at the eyebrows. These are attack eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these.
Barney: They are mighty eyebrows indeed, sir.
The Doctor: They're cross. They're crosser than the rest of my face. They're independently cross. They probably want to secede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows. That's Scot. I am Scottish. I've gone Scottish?
Barney: Oh yes, you are. You are definitely Scots, sir. I, I 'ear it in your voice.
The Doctor: Oh no, that's good. Oh.
(He practices the long rolling Scottish 'oh' sound.) It's good I'm Scottish. I'm Scottish. I am Scottish. I can complain about things, I can really complain about things
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Clara: You've redecorated.
The Doctor: Yes.
Clara: I don't like it.
(The spirit of Patrick Troughton lives on!.) The Doctor: Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them? I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend.
Clara: I never thought you were.
The Doctor: I never said it was your mistake.
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Half-Face Man: Self-destruction is against my basic programme.
The Doctor: And murder is against mine.
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Missy: Hello. I'm Missy. You made it. I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you.
Half-Face Man: Boy friend?
Missy: Now, did he push you out of that thing, or did you fall? Couldn't really tell. He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much. I do like his new accent, though. Think I might keep it.
Half-Face Man: Where am I?
Missy: Where do you think you are? Look around you. You made it. The promised land. Paradise. Welcome to heaven.