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Butterfingers. Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape? Be a pal and tell me, Am I a good man? As we learn about each other, so we learn about ourselves.

Nice to meet you, Rose. Sorry, I’m going to have to relieve you of your pet. Shut up, I was talking to the horse. The Time Lords are an immensely civilised race. We can control our own environment – we can live forever, barring accidents, and we have the secret of space/time travel. Courage isn’t a matter of not being frightened, it’s being afraid and doing what you have to do anyway. Jamie, remind me to give you a lesson in tying knots, sometime. That’s the trouble with regeneration. You quite never know what you’re going to get.

Simple and Relaxing.

Good grief…. It’s a Stegosaurus! Renewed? Have I? That’s it, I’ve been renewed. It’s part of the TARDIS. Without it I couldn’t survive. Doctor no more. Oh, my giddy aunt! New-new-Doctor. You look beautiful! …considering. That you’re human. I don’t know. But I’d probably blame the English. Eh? Doctor who? What’s he talking about…? Are you capable of speaking without flapping your hands about? Your wish is my command. But be careful what you wish for. Why is there never a big red button? Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself.

Butterfingers. Shall we ask for a better quality of door so we can escape? Be a pal and tell me, Am I a good man? As we learn about each other, so we learn about ourselves. I’m a Doctor… though probably not the one that you were expecting Big scarf, bow tie, big embarrassing. Let’s go in! You may disguise your features but you can never disguise your intent. My dear Miss Shaw, I never report myself anywhere, particularly not forthwith. I can’t stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places. Full of lost luggage and lost souls.

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