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The Eighth Doctor ([personal profile] whatifigetbored) wrote2014-01-04 05:04 pm
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Eighth Doctor Quotes

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The Enemy Within (Movie)


Eight: The Time Lord has thirteen lives and the Master had used all of his, but rules never meant much to him. So I stowed his remains safely away for the voyage back, because even in death I couldn't trust him.

Eight: In all my travels through space and time, and nearing the end of my seventh life, I was finally beginning to realise that you could never be too careful.

Eight: Puccini! We've met before.
Grace: I don't think so.
Eight: Yes, yes, I think so. I know you. You're tired of life, but afraid of dying.

Eight: There was music. Madame Butterfly. You were there! I saw you last night!

Eight: Please, please, I have two hearts, You have to get me out of here before they kill me again. Please, please, you have to help me. Drive!

Grace: Are you all right?
Eight: Better, yes.
Grace: Good.
Eight: Now I don't have a piece of primitive wiring inside my cardiovascular system.

Eight: Now I'm remembering more.
Grace: Good.
Eight: Lovely view.
Grace: Maybe you had selective amnesia brought on by shock.
Eight: Maybe. I can't remember.
(Grace sits him down and listens to his chest. The Doctor sees a framed sketch of a young woman's face on the wall.)
Eight: Ah, Da Vinci. He had a cold when he drew that.
Grace: You're still fibrillating badly.
Eight: No, I'm not. Here.
(He moves her stethoscope across his chest, then picks up a CD case from the desk.)
Eight: I remember! I was with Puccini before he died.
Grace: Name dropper.
Eight: No, I was, I was, I was.
Grace: Shush. Oh, my god.
Eight: You see? That's no echo. He died before he could finish Turandot. Alfano finished it based on his notes. It was so sad.
Grace: You have two hearts. Who are you?
Eight: I was dead too long this time. The anaesthetic almost destroyed the regenerative process.
Grace: Yeah, right. I'm going to get a syringe. I'm going to take some blood. I want to know what's going on here.
Eight: No, no, no, no, Grace, Grace, Grace, Grace. Don't you see? I have thirteen lives.
Grace: Please! Okay, you're trying to tell me that you've come back from the dead.
Eight: Yes.
Grace: No, sorry. The dead stay dead. You can't turn back time.
Eight: Yes, you can.

Eight: But it was a childish dream that made you a doctor. You dreamt you could hold back death. Isn't that true? Don't be sad, Grace. You'll do great things.

Eight: Thank you. How's my blood?

Eight: Hmm. Perhaps if I walk in them, stretch them a bit, they'll fit me better.

Grace: Maybe you're the result of some weird genetic experiment.
Eight: I don't think so.
Grace: Well, you have no recollection of family.
Eight: No. No, no, no, no. Wait, wait. I remember I'm with my father, lying back in the grass. It's a warm Gallifreyan night.
Grace: Gallifreyan?
Eight: Gallifrey! Yes, this must be where I live. Now, where is that?
Grace: I've never heard of it. What do you remember?
Eight: A meteor storm. The sky above us was dancing with lights. Purple, green and brilliant yellow! Yes!
Grace: What?
Eight: These shoes! They fit perfectly. Yes.

Eight: If the Eye of Harmony isn't closed, this planet will be sucked through it! Grace, I need to fix the timing mechanism on the Tardis and close the Eye. I need an atomic clock. Grace, please, help me find one.

Eight: Grace, let me in. We can sit down, we can have a cup of tea, we can talk about this reasonably.
Grace: Sure, Time lord to Earthling.
Eight: Yes, that's right. I am a Time Lord.
Grace: I thought you were a doctor.
Eight: I thought you were a doctor!
Grace: I am calling an ambulance to take you back to Psychiatric from which you have obviously escaped!
Eight: Grace, we don't have time for this. The Eye of Harmony is open. If I don't close it, get my Tardis and the Master off this planet, this planet will no longer exist!

Eight: Grace. Grace, I've lost twenty pounds.
Grace: Congratulations.
Eight: In twenty minutes? It's starting.

Eight: I love humans. Always seeing patterns in things that aren't there.

Eight: What time is now?
Grace: Half past ten. Don't worry, I'm on the Board of Trustees at the Institute. They'll listen to me.
Eight: Won't this go any faster? Come on. Come on, come on, come on.
(Grace whispers to the Master.)
Grace: Can't you give him a sedative?
Eight: Grace, why didn't you say you had access to a beryllium clock?
Grace: I was more concerned about the Eye of Destruction.
Eight: Harmony!

Eight: This planet is going to be destroyed and I'm stuck in a traffic jam. Excuse me.

Eight: Now, would you stand aside before I shoot myself.

Eight: He's on his last life, fighting to survive. And the science has shown us over and over, in the fight for survival there are no rules. Also, Grace, if I tell you a secret, you must promise not to tell.

Eight: Yes. Er, Professor, is there a chance of a closer look at the clock?
Wagg: No! No, I'm afraid that I am the only person allowed up there.
Eight: Oh, can't you just bend the rules a little?

Eight: The universe hangs by such a fragile thread of coincidences. It's useless to meddle with it, unless, like me, you're a Time Lord.

Eight: Low tech? Grace, this is a Type Forty Tardis, able to take you to any planet in the universe and to any date in that planet's existence. Temporal physics.

Eight: I've a horrible feeling we're already too late.

Eight: Oh, no. Oh, not you, Grace. This is no time to play doctors and nurses.

Eight: I suppose he neglected to mention that there won't be any place to spend your money?

Eight: Well, I'm glad to see that you are aware of the gravity of the situation.
Grace: I never liked this planet, Doctor.
Eight: Well, that's good, because any minute now it shall cease to exist. What's the time?

Eight: Lee, this is my Tardis. This is my Eye and I'm in my own body. The Master has run out of all his lives. Now he plans to steal mine. That's the truth!

Eight: All your lives! Didn't you tell Lee I'd stolen your lives? Lee, he's lying. He's used all his lives. Now he wants mine. Like I told you, this is my Tardis, this my body.

Eight: You want dominion over the living, yet all you do is kill!

Eight: Hello, Grace. Well, how does it feel to hold back death?

Eight: Either that or I'm talking to a couple of ghosts, and I don't believe in ghosts.

Eight: Look over there, on the other side of your galaxy. That's home.
Grace: Gallifrey.
Eight: Two hundred and fifty million light years away. That's a good ten minutes in this old thing.

Eight: I'm glad. Come with me.
Grace: You come with me.
Eight: Me come with you?
Grace: Yes.
Eight: Me come with you? It's tempting.
Grace: I'm going to miss you.
Eight: How can you miss me? I'm easy to find. I'm the guy with two hearts, remember.

Night of the Doctor


Eight: I'm a Doctor... But probably not the one you were expecting.

Cass: Where are we going?
Eight: Back of the ship.
Cass: Why?
Eight: Because the front crashes first, think it through.

Cass: I wanted to see the universe. Is it always like this?
Eight: If you're lucky.

Eight: Don’t worry. It's bigger on the inside.
Cass: What did you say? "Bigger on the inside"? Is that what you said?
Eight: Yes, come on. You'll love it.
Cass: Is this a TARDIS?
Eight: Yes, but you'll be perfectly safe, I promise you.
Cass: (pulls hand free) Don't touch me!
Eight: I'm not part of the war. I swear to you, I never was.
Cass: You're a Time Lord.
Eight: Yes, I'm a Time Lord, but I'm one of the nice ones.
Cass: Get away from me! (backs away)
Eight: Well, look on the bright side, I'm not a Dalek.
Cass: Who can tell the difference anymore?
The door slides shut between them and locks.
Eight: Cass!
Cass: It's deadlocked, don't even try.
Eight: Cass, just open the door. I am trying to help.
Cass: Go back to your battlefield. You haven't finished yet. Some of the universe is still standing.
Eight: I'm not leaving this ship without you.
Cass: Well, you're going to die right here...Best news all day.
Eight: Cass, Cass... (pounds on the door) Cass! Cass! Cass!

Eight: 4 minutes? That's ages. What if I get bored or need a television, couple of books. Anyone for chess? Bring me knitting.

Eight: Hang on. Is that you? Am I back on Karn? (stands) You're the Sisterhood of Karn, Keepers of the Flame of Utter Boredom.
Ohila: Eternal life.
Eight: That's the one.

Eight: It's not my war, I will have no part of it.
Ohila: You can't ignore it forever.
Eight: I help where I can, I will not fight.
Ohila: Because you are "the good man" as you call yourself?
Eight: I call myself The Doctor.
Ohila: It's the same thing in your mind.
Eight: I'd like to think so.

Eight: I could've saved her, I could have got her off, but she wouldn't listen.
Ohila: Then she was wiser than you. She understood there was no escaping in the Time War. You are a part of this, Doctor, whether you like it or not.
Eight: I would rather die.
Ohila: You're dead already. How many more will you let join you? If she could speak... What would she say?
Eight: To me, nothing. I'm a Time Lord, everything she despised.

Eight: I don't suppose there’s any need for a Doctor any more. Make me a warrior now.

Eight: Will it hurt?
Ohila: Yes.
Eight: Good.
The Doctor holds the goblet in front of him with both hands.
Eight: Charley, C’rizz, Lucie, Tamsin, Molly…friends, companions I've known, I salute you. And Cass... I apologize. Physician, heal thyself. (drinks)

Audios


Absolution


Eight: I still have an ace up my sleeve.
Cacothis: And that is?
Eight: C'rizz, my friend, out in the wastelands. I need to communicate with him.
Cacothis: And how do you propose to do that?
Eight: Ancient Gallifreyan technique. Go outside and shout.


Blood of the Daleks


Eight: So it was your plan to kill us all, then. That’s good. That’s very, very good, because I’d hate to think that you’d done something so monumentally brainless by accident.

Caerdroia


Kro’ka: Go into a trance if you like, it shall avail you nothing. For I have the Mind Blast.
Eight: The Mind Blast oooh really?
Kro’ka: You will soon stop laughing.
Eight: I’m not laughing, I’m sneering! A distinction perhaps too subtle for you. Honestly, Kro’ka, don’t you lot have a file on me? I’ve lost count of the number of Mind Shredders, Mind Graters, Mind Peelers, Mind Scramblers, Mind Boilers, and all the other type of mind devices with cooking program names that have been tried on me. You’re not dealing with an amateur here.
Kro’ka: You will find the Mind Blast to be quite different.
Eight: They all say that.
Kro’ka: You will beg for mercy.
Eight: Promises, promises.

The Cannibalists


Lucie: Oh my God! What did they do that for?
Eight: It was their choice, Lucie.
Lucie: That doesn’t make it any better! Why did they have to die for their stupid protocol?
Eight: No, not stupid. Nothing that gives people hope, strength and courage is stupid…protocol preserve us…”

Eight: If we reboot the Haven that will be the end of you, Servo.
Servo: I realize that.
Eight: Your mind would be wiped. No more Servo. No more poetry.
Servo: But things would be better. My existence doesn’t matter.
Eight: Oh but it does! Never say your life isn’t important. Life is the most precious thing is the universe.

The Chimes of Midnight


Eight: Yes, of course, Mrs. Baddeley. It’s quite clear that Frederick brought the car into the house, ran himself over with it, and put it back outside before he finally expired.

Eight: Oh, Charley. Without you I would just be a lonely old man rattling around in my TARDIS with no one to talk to. My life going round and round. My life going round in circles.

Embrace the Darkness


Eight: I know we’ve only really known each other a couple of minutes, but, er, could I ask you a favour?
Hailard: Well, I, er…
Eight: It’s my friend Charley, do you remember her?
Hailard: Er, I’m not sure.
Eight: Well when you get to the control deck she’ll be the only one you don’t recognise.
Hailard: Right.
Eight: If… I don’t come back… make sure she’s safe, won’t you?
Hailard: Well… Yeah, I, I’ll…
Eight: Do your best?
Hailard: Yeah.
Eight: Well that’s all anyone can ever ask for, Haliard. Goodbye.

Eight: …Is that you?
Charley: Well thank you very much!
Eight: Charley, what’s the matter?
Charley: Has everything we’ve been through meant so little to you that at the first sign of trouble you just dump me?
Eight: Charley, I was thinking of your safety.
Charley: By leaving me in goodness-knows-what century with a load of people I don’t even know? Well I’d rather look after myself, thank you very much, if that’s your idea of consideration—
Eight: Charley—
Charley: I think it’s much more likely that you’re feeling guilty about making a mistake and think you can make yourself feel better by making a grand, noble gesture, isn’t that nearer the truth?
Eight: Charley, what I did has quite possibly caused the destruction of a whole race.
Charley: But you didn’t mean to do that.
Eight: What kind of an excuse is that?
Charley: It’s not an excuse, it’s just the truth! You’re hoping the Cimmerians are gonna punish you, aren’t you? Chop off your head or something. How self-indulgent can you be?! You won’t be happy until you’re dead, will you? And how will that help the rest of us?
(Cimmerian noises)
Eight: Charley, you’d better leave…
Charley: I’m staying here. You obviously can’t be trusted to look after yourself.

Eyes of the Master


Eight: I will not be part of an insane war across the time lines.
The Master: You think you’re not already?
Eight: I won’t do it!
The Master: Oh Doctor, Doctor! Denial is not just a river in Egypt, is it? Hahaha! What have you been Eight: It wasn’t planned. None of it was planned!
The Master: Look at me! I’m not fighting a war, while you battle the Daleks all the way through space and time? The Doctor doth protest too much me think.
Eight: I never asked to be part of it. They are the ones who attack, invade, destroy! What else can I do, but stop them?
The Master: Is that your excuse? They started it! No, you can’t help yourself. “Not fighting a war against the Daleks?” Don’t make me laugh. Doctor, you’re a one man army.

Faith Stealers


Eight: There’s only a few times like the present!

Eight: Charley and I are members of the Tourist faith. We worship C'rizz here. And we begin each day with a ritual cup of tea.

The Four Doctors


Six: what have you done with the TARDIS interior design by the way!
Eight: I hope you are not about to lecture me about taste, Doctor?
Six: I'm not sure what you mean.

Hothouse


Eight: You make genocide sound like horticulture!

Human Resources


Lucie: And the more I thought about you and the TARDIS, the more I thought I'd had a Wizard of Oz moment and dreamt it all.
Eight: Glorious technicolor. Oh, which one was I? The scarecrow? No, the dog! Oh, not one of those evil flying monkeys--!
Lucie: Shut up, I'm serious!

Max Warp


Lucie: What'd you say it stood for again? Time And Relative Dimensions... In Shed.
Eight: That...That is not what it stands for.
Lucie: Yes it does. It's a shed.

Memory Lane


Eight: I shall find out by using my super Timelord powers of looking out of the window.

Eight: Do your lolly sticks have jokes on them?
Charley: No, why would they?
Eight: Mine does. "What's the most ruthless thing in the bakery?"
C'rizz: What's a bakery?
Eight: Atilla the Bun.
Eight: *hysterical laughter*
Charley and C'rizz: ...
Eight: It's kind of funny if you knew him.

Eight: The TARDIS has been stolen- by an ice cream man?

The Natural History of Fear


Eight: Buddhism is a relatively simple philosophy, C'rizz. Like children, we're here to learn. If we learn well during our life we're rewarded with nirvana. If not, we're reborn in a new body to try to accomplish what we failed to learn the first time 'round. Easy as falling off a log.
Charley: And how many bodies have you had, now?
Eight: Yes, well. That's beside the point, Charley.


The Next Life


Eight: You’re on a see-food diet! You see food, you eat it! Ouch! And what about these little nippers? You can’t have me all to yourself, you know. Or are you just being shellfish?

Neverland


Eight: Never put off today what you can put off tomorrow, I say!

No More Lies


Eight: You want to save the planet don't you? Solve the crime? Make things right?
Nick: Yes, but I didn't envision doing it from the back of a giant prehistoric time bat called Margaret!
Eight: A mere detail.

Orbis


Eight: I'm sorry, I don't understand.
Lucie: I'm Lucie! Lucie Miller! And you and me, we were the best of mates.
Eight: No, no, really I don't understand. It's the accent.
Lucie: What's wrong with me accent?
Eight: You'll have to speak slower. You see it's a long time since I last heard Cockney.
Lucie: Cockney?!
Eight: Yes, yes, Cockney. You know I think it's coming back?
Lucie: Come here.
Eight: Why?
Lucie: I wanna show you something.
Eight: What?
Lucie: The back of me hand!!!

Phobos


Eight: I’ve seen entire species destroyed, civilizations left in ruins. I’ve witnessed solar systems vanish in the twinkling of an eye. I’ve seen things that would freeze your blood. So don’t threaten me; don’t ever threaten me.

Scapegoat


Eight: There’s a lot of darkness out there… but you know something? We wouldn’t notice any of it if it weren’t for all those little pinpricks of light. Planets and stars. And that’s where I go whenever I feel sad. The next bit of light in the darkness, keep on moving. Never look back. Well, hardly ever.

Max: Doctor, tell me one victim, one scapegoat who has ever changed their destiny.
Eight: That's easy, me.
Max: You were a scapegoat?
Eight: The black sheep of the Time Lords. The one who didn't fit in. Driven out by my people into the deserts of time and space.


Scherzo


Eight: You will have realised, of course, that you're not the only human who has travelled with me. The Time Lords have often wondered why I bothered, and they came up with a theory. They thought you were all memento mori. Reminders of death. On medieval Earth, courtiers would often keep skulls on their mantelpiece. No matter how powerful you were, death was inevitable. You still had to remember your mortality. Time Lords need to remember all the more. I denied that was the reason. But over the years, over my many lifetimes, as my friends all left me one by one, I began to wonder that they really might have had a point after all.

Seasons of Fear


Eight: Doctor: It’s one of the most wonderful things about Lady Time, isn’t it? How nothing’s constant, how everything decays and changes?
Charley: You call that wonderful?
Eight: I call it absolutely beautiful! How would it be if everything was always the same? If you never got too big for your dresses, if you never got to pass them on to your sister? If the rainy autumn lasted forever and the spring never came? At least I change. I’m stumbling my way through bodies like I own a particularly dangerous bicycle. Grayle never changes, not inside, not who he is. So time piles on top of him and kills everything good. No one should have to go through that.

Skull of Sobek


Eight: Am I alright? Lucie’s possessed by an aging crocodile, armed with a lethal mace, smashing her way out of a hypothetical cupboard in a vision of the ancient world of Sobek, in order to kill me! But otherwise…

Stones of Venice


Eight: Fanatics never wants to get their hands dirty. That’s why they wear gloves!

Storm Warning


Eight: The Doctor. Of most things and some more besides, before you ask.

Something Inside


C'rizz: So how are we getting out?
Eight: 'Escaping', C'rizz, it's sounds much more exciting if we call it 'escaping'
C'rizz: And how do we do that then?
Eight: The same way we got back in - walk.
C'rizz: ...sorry, you lost the 'excitement' there

Sword of Orion


Eight: Alright, nobody panic and nobody make any sudden movements. We don’t want to make them nervous, do we?
Charley: Them nervous!? They’re about twice my height and there are about twenty of them! I’m really worried about spoiling their day.
Eight: That’s the spirit Charley.

Vol: Look, maybe it'd be better if you didn't-
Eight: Interfere? It's my speciality!

Eight: They [Cybermen] were humanoid creatures much like you once, but their civilisation developed a penchant for cybernetically improving upon the weaknesses of the flesh.
Vol: You mean they're sort of bionic?
Eight: Unfortunately it isn't that simple. They turned the burning light of their technology onto something they felt was holding them back.
Deeva: Their dress sense?
Eight: Emotions.

Terror Firma


Davros: It is a simple matter of perspective. I will no longer be confined to THIS. I will no longer resemble a dalek. For too long I have clutched on to the remnants of this physical form, as if it is that which makes me who I am. I know now that this is incorrect.
Eight: Yeeess. It’s what you look on the inside that counts, at least that’s what you tell the girls.

Eight:Ooooh. Defrost your very own Davros. Is that what you were like before the accident? Oh dear. Never really were a looker, were you?

Eight: Of COURSE you are. Now listen to me, I understand, really I do. I’m a Time Lord. There’s nothing I can do to change that. No matter what I do or where I go.
Davros: ou are ashamed of your own race?
Eight: Well, yes. A bit. Half of my lot are either crazy or corrupt, and the other half… well, they’re duller than you can possibly imagine.
Davros: And you fear that is YOUR destiny?
Eight: Not while I’ve got my friends. But one day they’ll be gone, and one day the chances are that… one day, I’ll be old and alone. And I’ll find myself heading back to Gallifrey to collect dust with the rest of them. And it’s just the same for you. Your destiny has always been to become… just another dalek.

Eight: You mean destroying Skaro? You reckon I should be wallowing in angst or something? Did I have the RIGHT, yadda yadda yadda? I HAD the right! I’ve SEEN what the daleks are capable of. I had the right to destroy them.

To the Death


Eight: You could come with me. To stop me. Curb be. Look after me. Don't you want to make sure that your bad, old Grandfather doesn't take the laws of time into his own hands?
Susan: I'm not sure I like what's happening to you, Grandfather.
Eight: Yes, Susan. It's probably best that you leave me alone.

Time's Horizon


Eight: Generally speaking, universes don’t have Edges.

Eight: There was a time, not so long ago, I tried to reach the end of everything.
Molly: Yes, you said.
Eight: But there are so many different "ends of the universe." For a start, it depends on whether you're talking spatially, temporally, or personally.
Molly: What're you talking about, now, "personally?"
Eight: Well, at any given instant, the universe is ending for some poor soul.

The Twilight Kingdom


Eight: I’m a Time Lord in a realm where the term is meaningless. My pain has been infinite. Eight lifetimes worth. I left my world to travel, to experience the universe, but there’s been a price for my freedom. Worlds, I’ve seen subjugated or destroyed. Friends I’ve lost. Don’t tell me you’ve tapped yourselves in my mind and you can’t see that. Come on, there’s something else. Some other reason for all this… You’re frightened of me, aren’t you? You think I’ll destroy you.

Zagreus


Eight: That’s it then. Just you and me now. You and me on our way to our greatest adventure. I know you feel strange, like a fish out of water. But that will change, I promise. And who knows the places we’ll see, the people we’ll meet. You and me, like it always was! Like it always will be. It’s funny, isn’t it? This big old ship of ours? Full of memory. Full of ghosts.

Unknown


Eight: Doctor who? My enemies never ask me that. Isn't that terrible, that they know me better than my friends?

Eight: I truly wonder sometimes what it is I've come to like about you, Lucie.
Lucie: I told you, my bum.
Eight: Will you stop obsessing over your gluteus maximus?
Lucie: You love it! You know you do!

Eight: I've gotten far too safe and methodical these last few incarnations. Let us revel in the giddy thrill of our ignorance!

???: You're just in time for the bloodbath.
Eight: Story of my life!

Eight: If you think about things like that and travel through time, you'll turn your brain into a spiral staircase. And I've heard of people who vanished up staircases like that.

Eight: That's it then. Just you and me now. You and me. On our way to our greatest adventure. I know you feel strange, like a fish out of water. But that will change, I promise. And who knows the places we'll see, the people we'll meet! You and me, like it always way! Like it always will be. It's funny, isn't it? This big old ship of ours? Full of memories. Full of ghosts.

Eight: Sorry, I was soliloquising again. Filthy habit.

Eight: There isn't such a thing as prophecy or fate. There are true events. There are things that happen and things that must happen. And none of us can escape those. We don't have to invent myths to make it all worse. Wr don't have to invent terrible destinies. We all come to them sure enough.

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