"As you can see, the ood are happy to serve, and we keep them in facilities of the highest standard.

Here at the double-o—that’s ood operations- we like to think of the ood as our trusted friends. We keep the ood healthy, safe and educated. We don’t just breed the ood. We make them better. Because, at heart, what is an ood but a reflection of us? If your ood is happy, then you’ll be happy, too.” -Solana, Head of Marketing.

Doctor: “I thought you were going to travel the world.”

Donna: “Easier said than done. It’s like, I had that one day with you, and I was gonna change. I was gonna do so much. And then I woke up the next morning—same old life. It’s like you were never there. And I tried. I did try. I went to Egypt. I was gonna go barefoot and everything. And then it’s all bus trips and guidebooks and “don’t drink the water”, and two weeks later you’re back home. It’s nothing like being with you.”

"One kilo, exactly. You wake up, and it’s disappeared overnight.

Well, technically speaking, it’s gone by 10 past 1:00 in the morning. That’s when I get woken up. Might as well weigh myself at the same time. It is driving me mad. 10 minutes past 1:00 every night, bang on the dot, without fail, the burglar alarm goes off.” -Roger Davey

"Just admiring your time lord distress-signal collection.

Nice job, brilliant job. I really thought I had some friends here. But this is what the ood translator picked up. Cries for help from the long dead. How many time lords have you lured here, the way you lured me? And what happened to them all? House repairs you when you break! Yes, I know! But how does he mend you? You’ve got the eyes of a twenty year old. No, no, I mean it literally. Your eyes are thirty years younger than the rest of you. Your ears don’t match, your right arm is two inches longer than your left. And how’s your dancing? Because you’ve got two left feet. Patchwork people. You’ve been repaired and patched up so often, I doubt there’s anything left of what used to be you. I had an umbrella like you, once. Corsair…You gave me hope and then you took it away. That’s enough to make anyone dangerous. God knows what it will do to me. Basically, run!” -The Doctor


"In 100 words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?" - The Doctor


Dr. Black: “Well, big question, but. To me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour the most magnificent. He tranformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstacy and joy and magnificence of our world. No one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men to ever live.”


"Shut up, dad. Sorry, but shut up, please! There’s someone missing.


Someone important. Someone so, so important. Sorry. Sorry everyone. When I was a little kid, I had an imaginary friend. The raggedy Doctor. My raggedy Doctor. But he wasn’t imaginary. He was real. I remember you. I remember! I brought the others back, I can bring you home too! Raggedy man, I rememember you, and you are late for my wedding! I found you. I found you in words, like you knew I would. That’s why you told me the story- the brand new, ancient blue box. Oh, clever. Very clever. Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.” -Amy Pond