And I’m looking for a blonde in a Union Jack. A specific one, mind, I didn’t just wake up this morning with a craving. New-new-Doctor. We are not of this race. We are not of this earth. Susan and I are wanderers in the fourth dimension of time and space. I just have one question… do you know how to fly this thing? Jamie, remind me to give you a lesson in tying knots, sometime. The world’s about to end, and here I am, stuck in traffic. I’m half human. On my mother’s side. Kidneys! I have kidneys. And I don’t like the colour.
Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. All thirteen! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can’t spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That’s the curse of the Time Lords. It’s all right for you, Peri. You’ve only got one life. You’ll age here in the TARDIS and then die. But me, I shall go on regenerating until all my lives are spent. You ain’t seen nothing yet! Run. One day, just one day, maybe I’ll meet somebody who gets the whole ‘don’t wander off’ thing.
Nine hundred years of time and space, and I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother. Your species has the most amazing capacity for self-deception, matched only by its ingenuity when trying to destroy itself. My dear Miss Shaw, I never report myself anywhere, particularly not forthwith. Oh, the pointing again! They’re screwdrivers! What are you going to do? Assemble a cabinet at them? You’ll never understand. I want to see the universe, not to rule it. Yeah? Well I’m the Lord of Time. Don’t you think she looks tired?