My Favorite Quotes......

The Shakespeare Code

Martha: But are we safe? Can we move around and stuff?
The Doctor: Of course we can. Why do you ask?
Martha: It's like in the films! You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race!
The Doctor: I'll tell you what then, don't.... step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?
Martha: What if.... I dunno! What if I kill my grandfather?!
The Doctor: Are you planning to?
Martha: No.
The Doctor: Well, then.

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The Doctor: Not so different from your time. Look, they have recycling. Water cooler moments-
Preacher: ... and the Earth shall be consumed by flames!
The Doctor: -And global warming.

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The Doctor: Just think. When you get back, you could tell everyone that you've seen Shakespeare.
Martha: Yeah! And then I could get sectioned!

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The Doctor: "Rage, rage, against the dying of the light..."
William Shakespeare: I might use that.
The Doctor: You can't, it's someone else's.

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Doctor: All the world's a stage....
William Shakespeare: I might use that.

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Martha: Magic and stuff, that's a surprise. It's all a bit Harry Potter.
The Doctor: Wait till you read book seven- oh, I cried!

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The Doctor: Come on! We can all have a good flirt later!
William Shakespeare: Is that a promise, Doctor?
The Doctor: Oooh, 57 academics just punched the air!

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Shakespeare: To be or not to be... Ooh. That's quite good.
The Doctor: You should write that down.
Shakespeare: Maybe not. Bit pretentious?
The Doctor: Meh.

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The Doctor: used you. They gave you the final words like a spell, like a code. Love's Labours Won, it's a weapon! The right combination of words spoken in the right place with the shape of the Globe as an energy converter! The play's the thing! And yes, you can have that.

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The Doctor: Once more unto the breach!
William Shakespeare: I like that! Wait a minute. That's one of mine!
The Doctor: Oh, just.... shift!

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Lilith: And as for you, Sir Doctor - fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh!but look: There's still one word with the power of the days-
The Doctor: The naming won't work on me.
Lilith: But your heart grows cold, the north wind blows, and carries down the distant.... Rose?
The Doctor: Oh, big mistake, 'cause that name keeps me fighting!

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Doctor: The shape of the Globe gives words power, but you're the wordsmith! The one true genius; the only one clever enough to do it.
William Shakespeare: But what words? I have none ready!
Doctor: You're William Shakespeare!
William Shakespeare: But these Carrionite phrases, they need such precision!
Doctor: Trust yourself. When you're locked away in your room, the words just come, don't they, like magic. Words, the right sound, the right shape, the right rhythm, words that last forever. That's what you do, Will. You choose perfect words. Do it. Improvise!
William Shakespeare: Close up this din of hateful dire decay,
Decomposition of your witch's plot!
You feed my brains, consider me your toy:
My doting Doctor tells me I am not!
Lilith: No! Words of power-!
William Shakespeare: Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show;
Between the points-
Doctor: 761390!
William Shakespeare: 761390!
Vanish like a tinker's cuss!
I say to thee...
Doctor: .... Uh....
Martha: Expelliarmus!
Everyone: Expelliarmus!
Doctor: Good old J.K.!

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William Shakespeare: "Sycorax." Nice word. I'll have that off you as well.
Doctor: I should be on ten percent.

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William Shakespeare: Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?