Season Three Quotes
Donna: This friend of yours, what was her name?
The Doctor: [Tears in his eyes] Her name was Rose.
The Doctor: I had.. it was recently. A friend of mine. Rose, her name was. Rose. And… we were together. Anyway…
Martha: Where is she now?
The Doctor: With her family. Happy. She’s fine. She’s… NOT that you’re replacing her!
The Doctor: Rose’d know. A friend of mine, Rose, right now she’d say exactly the right thing.
Lilith: Oh, but your heart grows cold. A north wind blows and carries down the distant… Rose?
The Doctor: Ohhh, big mistake! Because that name keeps me fighting!
William Shakespeare: How can a man so young have eyes so old?
The Doctor: I do a lot of reading.
The Doctor: Your life could depend on this. Don’t blink. Don’t even blink. Blink and you’re dead. They are fast. Faster than you can believe. Don’t turn your back, don’t look away, and don’t blink! Good luck.
The Doctor: Listen, gotta dash. Things. Happening. Well, four things. Well, four things and a lizard.
Jack: The last thing I remember, back when I was mortal, I was facing three Daleks. Death by extermination. And then I came back to life. What happened?
The Doctor: Rose.
Jack: I thought you’d sent her back home.
The Doctor: She came back. Opened up the heart of the TARDIS and absorbed the Time Vortex itself.
Jack: What does that mean exactly?
The Doctor: No one’s ever meant to have that power. If a Time Lord did that he’d become a god—a vengeful god. But she was human. Everything she did was so human. She brought you back to life. But she couldn’t control it. She brought you back forever. That is something, I suppose. The final act of the Time War was life.
Jack: Hey, I need that!
The Doctor: I can’t have you walking around with a time traveling teleport. You could go anywhere. Twice! The second time to apologize.
Jack: And what about me? Can you fix that? Will I ever be able to die?
The Doctor: Nothing I can do. You’re an impossible thing, Jack.
Jack: Been called that before.
The Doctor: Come on! We can all have a good flirt later!
William Shakespeare: Is that a promise, Doctor?
The Doctor: Oooh, 57 academics just punched the air!
Shakespeare: To be or not to be… Ooh. That’s quite good.
The Doctor: You should write that down.
Shakespeare: Maybe not. Bit pretentious?
The Doctor: Meh.
Lilith: And as for you, sir Doctor—[she pauses as he stares back at her] Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh! [smirks] But look: There’s still one word with the power of the days.
The Doctor: The naming won’t work on me.
Lilith: But your heart grows cold, the north wind blows, and carries down the distant…Rose?
[Instantly incensed, the Doctor stands up and strides toward Lilith to loom over her.]
The Doctor: Oh, big mistake, ’cause that name keeps me fighting!
Queen Elizabeth I: The Doctor!
Shakespeare: [surprised] What?
Queen Elizabeth I: My sworn enemy!
Martha: [shocked] What?!
Queen Elizabeth I: Off with his head!
The Doctor: Whaaat?
The Doctor: People don’t understand time. It’s not what you think it is.
Sally: Then what is it?
The Doctor: Complicated.
Sally: Tell me.
The Doctor: Very complicated.
Sally: I’m clever, and I’m listening, and don’t patronise me because people have died and I’m not happy. Tell me.
The Doctor: People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-of-effect…but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly…timey-wimey…stuff.
The Doctor: Fascinating race, the Weeping Angels. The only psychopaths in the universe to kill you nicely. No mess, no fuss. They just zap you into the past and let you live to death. The rest of your life is used up and blown away in the blink of an eye. You die in the past, and in the present they consume the energy of all the days you might have had, all your stolen moments. They’re creatures of the abstract. They live off potential energy.
Billy Shipton: What in God’s name are you talking about?
Martha Jones: Trust me, just nod when he stops for breath.
The Doctor: Tracked you down with this. This is my timey-wimey detector. It goes “ding!” when there’s stuff. Also, it can boil an egg at 30 paces, whether you want it to or not, actually, so I’ve learned to stay away from hens. It’s not pretty when they blow.
Martha: But the thing is, why’d you leave him behind, Doctor?
The Doctor: [dismissively] I was busy.
Martha: Is that what happens though, seriously? You just get bored of us one day and disappear?
Captain Jack: Not if you’re blonde.
Martha: [sarcastically] Oh, she was blonde! Oh, what a surprise!
The Doctor: [spinning around, irritated] You two, we’re at the end of the universe. Okay?! Right at the edge of knowledge itself! And you’re busy… [struggling to find the right word] blogging!!
The Doctor: And… Utopia is…?
Professor Yana: Oh, every human knows about Utopia! Where have you been?!
The Doctor: Bit of a hermit.
Professor Yana: A hermit. With… friends?
The Doctor: Hermits United. We meet up every ten years. Swap stories about caves. It’s good fun… for a hermit.
Jack: Just gotta ask. The Battle of Canary Wharf. I saw the list of the dead. It said Rose Tyler.
The Doctor: Oh no, sorry! She’s alive!
Jack: You’re kidding!
The Doctor: Parallel world. Safe and sound. And Mickey. And her mother.
Jack: Yes! [they hug]