| Oh, now what's this, then? I love this. A big, flashy-lighty thing. That's what brought me here, big flashy things have my name written all over them. Well... not yet, give me time and a crayon. - Matt Smith.
?There's one thing you never put in a trap, if you're smart. If you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there's one thing you never, ever put in a trap? Me.?
?The universe is big, it's vast and complicated, and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.?
You know, the very powerful and the very stupid have one thing in common: they don't alter their views to fit the facts; they alter the facts to fit their views.?
?There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick."
Don't blink. Don't even blink. Blink and you're dead. Don't turn your back. Don't look away. And don't blink.?
?The Doctor: This is bad, I don't like this. [kicks console and yells in pain] Never use force, you just embarrass yourself. Unless you're cross, in which case... always use force!
Amy: Shall I run and get the manual?
The Doctor: I threw it in a supernova.
Amy: You threw the manual in a supernova? Why?
The Doctor: Because I disagreed with it! Now stop talking to me when I'm cross!?
?He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the center of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful.
The Doctor: Go to your room! Go to your room! I mean it. I'm very, very angry with you. I'm very, very cross! GO! TO! YOUR! ROOM! [The children lurch away and obey him.] I'm really glad that worked. Those would have been terrible last words.
And everybody lives! Everybody lives! I need more days like this! Go on, ask me anything; I'm on fire!?
"You don't want to take over the universe. You wouldn't know what to do with it beyond shout at it.?
?Biting's excellent. It's like kissing - only there is a winner.?
?The Doctor: Sorry, do you have a name?
Idris: Seven hundred years and finally he asks.
The Doctor: But what do I call you?
Idris: I think you call me... Sexy?
The Doctor: [embarrassed] Only when we're alone.
Idris: We are alone.
The Doctor: Oh. Come on then, Sexy.?