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The TARDIS lands in French woodland in The Reign of Terror (1964)

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.

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Matt Lucas as Nardole at the TARDIS controls.

The Daily Mirror, dated January 30th, 1965

Dug out The Sunmakers as I don't watch it enough tbh :lol:
A lot of fun from the Holmes. Leela's personal favourite.

Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes

Into The Dalek

Journey: It's smaller on the outside.
The Doctor: It's a bit more exciting when you go the other way. This isn't a battleship. Medical insignia. It's a hospital.
(An older man with a greying beard speaks. He is backed up by armed soldiers.)
Morgan: We don't need hospitals now. The Daleks don't leave any wounded, and we don't take any prisoners.

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Journey: You don't like soldiers much, do you?
The Doctor: You don't need to be liked. You've got all the guns.

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The Doctor: This is gun girl. She's got a gun, and she's a girl. This is a sort of boss one. Are you the same one as before?
Morgan: Yes.
The Doctor: I think he's probably her uncle, but I may have made that up to pass the time while they were talking. This is Clara, not my assistant. She's, er, some other word.
Clara: I'm his carer.
The Doctor: Yeah, my carer. She cares so I don't have to.

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Clara: Urgh. What is this stuff?
The Doctor: People. The Daleks need protein. Occasionally, they harvest from their victims. This is a feeding tube.
Journey: Is Ross here?
The Doctor: Yeah. Top layer, if you want to say a few words.
(Journey pushes the Doctor against the wall.)
Journey: A man has just died. You will not talk like that.
The Doctor: A lot of people have died. Everything in here is dead, and do you know why that's good?
Journey: There is nothing good about that.
The Doctor: Nothing is alive in here, so logically this is the weakest spot in the Dalek's internal security. Nobody guards the dead. Mortuaries and larders, always the easiest to break out of.

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Missy: Hello. I'm Missy. Welcome to heaven. Would you like some tea? Little splosh? Lovely.

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The Doctor: See, all those years ago, when I began (He is using his sonic screwdriver to cut through the flexible tubing covering a set of neurones, then pulls them apart.) I was just running. I called myself the Doctor, but it was just a name. And then I went to Skaro. And then I met you lot and I understood who I was. The Doctor was not the Daleks.

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Clara: How do I look?
The Doctor: Sort of short and round-ish, but with a good personality, which is the main thing.
Clara: I meant my clothes. I just changed.
The Doctor: Oh, good for you, still making an effort.

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Wonder what happens when you press this? Genesis of the Daleks (1975)

Well, you could always use the 'Fast Return' control if it didn't go as you planned!

Doctor Who over the years: Episode quotes

Robot Of Sherwood

The Doctor: No damsels in distress, no pretty castles, no such thing as Robin Hood.
(An arrow slams into the Tardis next to him. A figure in dressed in Lincoln Green pops up from behind a tree trunk on the other side of the stream.)
Robin: You called? (and winks.) Very, very nicely done with the box, sir. I saw a Turk perform something very similar at Nottingham Fayre. (The Doctor pulls the arrow out, and the hole vanishes.) It's a trick with mirrors, no doubt?
The Doctor: A trick?
Robin: A good jest. Ha, ha!
The Doctor: This is not a trick. This is a Tardis.
Robin: Whatever it is, you bony rascal, I'm afraid I must relieve you of it.

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The Doctor: That is not Robin Hood.
Robin: Well then, who, sir, is about to relieve you of your magic box?
(Robin draws his long sword. The Doctor walks onto the bridge.)
The Doctor: Nobody, sir. Not in this universe or the next.
Robin: Well then, draw your sword and prove your words.
The Doctor: I have no sword. I don't need a sword. (The Doctor opens his coat and turns to prove it.) Because I am the Doctor. (He dons a gauntlet.) And this is my spoon. En garde!

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The Doctor: That was bantering. I am totally against bantering.
Clara: How can you be so sure he is not the real thing?
The Doctor: Because he can't be.
Clara: When did you stop believing in everything?
The Doctor: When did you start believing in impossible heroes?
Clara: Don't you know?

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Robin: You're clearly more advanced in years and you have a sickly aspect to you.
The Doctor: I have a what?
Robin: You're as pale as milk. It's the way with Scots. They're strangers to vegetables.

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Sheriff: Shortly, I shall be the most powerful man in the realm. King in all but name, for Nottingham is not enough.
Clara: It isn't?
Sheriff: After this, Derby.
Clara: Right.
Sheriff: Then Lincoln. And after Lincoln
Clara: Worksop?
(The Sheriff stabs his dagger into the table.)
Sheriff: The world!

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The Doctor: I'm not a hero.
Robin: Well, neither am I. But if we both keep pretending to be. Ha-ha! Perhaps others will be heroes in our name. Perhaps we will both be stories. And may those stories never end.

Image of the Day # 216
 

A Yeti from the 1968 story The Web of Fear.

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