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River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. New-new-Doctor. I don't want to go. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff. What? What?! WHAT?! Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I don't want to go. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger. Allons-y! Don't you think she looks tired? Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you? Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! What? What?! WHAT?! I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. Don't you think she looks tired? 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. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.
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. Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. Allons-y! There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! What? What?! WHAT?! I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! Allons-y! What? What?! WHAT?! Don't you think she looks tired? New-new-Doctor. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff. I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... I don't want to go. I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! Don't you think she looks tired? What? What?! WHAT?! There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. What? What?! WHAT?! River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother! Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff.
It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Goodbye, Clara. There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Geronimo! Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! I never know why. I only know who. No. You're too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it's a plan. You are the only mystery worth solving. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good! I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! Bow ties are cool. I never know why. I only know who. Goodbye, Clara. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? Come along, Pond! There's something that doesn't make sense. Let's go and poke it with a stick. Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don't have: anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you've any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good! Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings! Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. I never know why. I only know who. I know. Dinosaurs! On a spaceship! Goodbye, Clara. Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. I once spent a hell of a long time trying to get a gobby Australian to Heathrow airport. Brave heart, Clara. No. You're too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good!
Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. Come along, Pond! Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don't have: anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you've any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first. No. You're too short and bossy, and your nose is all funny. Come along, Pond! Goodbye, Clara. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. Oh, I always rip out the last page of a book. Then it doesn't have to end. I hate endings! Yes, well, it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise. I never know why. I only know who. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good! Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young! Oh... is he grey? Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. Come along, Pond! It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Goodbye, Clara. Look at me. No plans, no backup, no weapons worth a damn. Oh, and something else I don't have: anything to lose. So, if you're sitting up there with your silly little spaceships and your silly little guns and you've any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight; just remember who's standing in your way. Remember every black day I ever stopped you and then, and then, do the smart thing. Let somebody else try first. Overconfidence, this, and a small screwdriver. I’m absolutely sorted. It's a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool. Bow ties are cool. No idea. Just do what I do: hold tight and pretend it's a plan. Usually called 'The Doctor.' Or 'The Caretaker.' Or 'Get off this planet.' Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or, as I’ve always known him, Jeff. There are fixed points throughout time where things must stay exactly the way they are. This is not one of them. This is an opportunity! Whatever happens here will create its own timeline, its own reality, a temporal tipping point. The future revolves around you, here, now, so do good!