The Doctor: You are a time-space machine. You're a vehicle! I've never asked you to cheer me up with hologrammatic antlers!
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The Doctor: I think I'm going to need a bigger flowchart.
The Doctor: You are a time-space machine. You're a vehicle! I've never asked you to cheer me up with hologrammatic antlers!
The Doctor: Sonic trowel. You realise how ridiculous that sounds?
River Song: I had this book. History's Finest Exploding Restaurants. The best food for free. Skip the coffee.
Flemming: You need a head. I can get you a head fit for a king.
The Doctor: I think I'm going to need a bigger flowchart.
The Doctor: You are a time-space machine. You're a vehicle! I've never asked you to cheer me up with hologrammatic antlers!
The Doctor: Sonic trowel. You realise how ridiculous that sounds?
River Song: I had this book. History's Finest Exploding Restaurants. The best food for free. Skip the coffee.
Flemming: You need a head. I can get you a head fit for a king.
River Song: I'm an archaeologist. The Doctor: Slash murderer slash thief. River Song: An archaeologist *is* just a thief. With patience.
River Song: Don't use my name. Ever. How do you know me? The Doctor: Well, it's a tiny bit complicated. People usually need a flowchart.
River Song: Does sarcasm help? The Doctor: Wouldn't it be a great universe if it did?
River Song: Hang on a minute. I recognise that planet. The Doctor: Well, that's nice. Maybe they'll name the crater after us. River Song: That's Darillium! The Doctor: Always good to know where we're going. Could you concentrate on your work, please? River Song: You know, the Singing Towers. The Doctor: Yes, I'll be sure to give them a wave as we zoom past. River Song: You always say you're going to take me there for dinner and then you always cancel at the last minute. The Doctor: I'd quite like to cancel this time too, if at all possible.
The Doctor: You look... er, amazing. River Song: Doctor, you have no idea whether I look amazing or not. The Doctor: Well, you've moved your hair about, haven't you? River Song: Well done. It's very sweet of you to try.
River Song: Oh, before you come in, you'd better prepare yourself for a shock. It's not as snug as it looks. The Doctor: Finally! Ramone: Finally? The Doctor: It's my go. The Doctor: Oh. My. God. Oh, it's bigger... River Song: Well, yes. River Song: ...on the inside... The Doctor: Look, we need to concentrate. River Song: ...than it is... The Doctor: I know where you're going with this, but I need you to calm down. River Song: ...on the outside! The Doctor: Well, you've certainly grasped the essentials. River Song: My entire understanding of physical space has been transformed! Three-dimensional Euclidean geometry has been torn up, thrown in the air and snogged to death! My grasp of the universal constants of physical reality has been changed forever! The Doctor: Sorry. I've always wanted to see that done properly.
River Song: Darling, in the event of a sudden meteor strike on the lower starboard decks, where would you say is the safest place to stand? Flemming: Meteor strike? The Doctor: Exactly here, I should think. River Song: Do you know what that isn't? A coincidence. The Doctor: Your escape plan. River Song: It's cheaper than a taxi. Scratch: What meteor strike? Computer: Alert: meteor storm imminent. River Song: That meteor strike. Flemming: How could you know? River Song: I'm an archaeologist from the future. I dug you up. River Song: See you in four hundred years!
River Song: You don't look much like your pictures. The Doctor: Well, that's an ongoing problem for me.
The Doctor: What's the book? River Song: Oh, it's my diary. One should always have something sensational to read on a spaceship. The Doctor: Is it sad? River Song: Why would a diary be sad? The Doctor: I don't know. It's just that you look sad. River Song: It's nearly full. The Doctor: So? River Song: The man who gave me this was the sort of man who'd know exactly how long a diary you were going to need. The Doctor: He sounds awful. River Song: I suppose he is. I've never really thought about it. The Doctor: Not somebody special then? River Song: No. But terribly useful every now and then.
River Song: Is something funny? King Hydroflax: Who dares laugh at Hydroflax? You shall be crushed! You shall scream in fear! Let me out of this bag! River Song: This is a serious mission in a critical phase. There is nothing to laugh about here. The Doctor: We're being threatened by a bag! By a head in a bag! King Hydroflax: I shall make dust of you. My enemies are meat for the devouring! The Doctor: I can't approve of any of this, you know, but I haven't laughed in a long time.
River Song: Doesn't look very impressive, does he? Nardole, what have you brought to my doorstep? The Doctor: I've had a haircut. This is my best suit.
The Doctor: Stop holding my hand, people don't do that to me. River Song: Hush, man. The Doctor: Don't hush me. I'm not a hushing person.
The Doctor: What do you think, by the way? River Song: Of what? The Doctor: My new body. River Song: Oh, I'll let you know. I've only seen the face.
River Song: I'm so sorry. This is my husband, Ramone. The Doctor: Another one? Are you going to kill him, too? Ramone: We're not actually married. River Song: Ah, we are, in fact. I wiped it from your memory. Ramone: Why? River Song: Well, you were being annoying.
River Song: Flemming! How are the twins? Flemming: Still digesting their mother, thank you for asking. River Song: I'm sure it was a lovely ceremony. Flemming: Oh, there were tears. And just a hint of screaming.
Nardole: Don't cross your arms. The Doctor: He's a lying down person. I don't like lying down people. It's so untidy. Nardole: Keep your arms by your side, like she said. River Song: You are my one true love. the only husband I will ever have. River Song: My time with you has been too short. King Hydroflax: You have given me days of adventure; many nights of passion. The Doctor: Oh, hah! Nardole: Why do you keep crossing them? The Doctor: Because they cross, I've got cross arms.
Flemming: Is the gentleman here for dinner? The Doctor: Yes, he is. Flemming: Excellent! I'll have the chef prepare him immediately. The Doctor: No, you won't. River Song: Er, he will in fact be joining me to eat. Flemming: I was about to suggest that force-feeding might be required.
Scratch: I do not like surprises. The Doctor: Well, it's going to be a funny old day. Oh, boy.
The Doctor: Any tiny hint of what species he might be? Nardole: I dunno. The Doctor: Okay, never mind. You just stay there. The Doctor: You're probably going to need a mop.
Scratch: If I may intrude, your Majesty. The Doctor is a legendary being of remarkable power and an infinite number of faces. His head, I assure you, would be your crowning achievement. Flemming: Besides which, many of us on this ship would be happy to see his career cut off, as it were, at the neck.
River Song: What sort of medical school did you go to? The Doctor: A really good one, for doctors.
