My Favorite Quotes

The Time Of The Angels

[The Doctor and Amy are stood over an exhibit in a museum, a futuristic black box]
The Doctor: The writing... the graffiti: Old High Gallifreyan. [dramatically] The lost language of the Time Lords. There were days, many days, where these words could burn stars, raise up empires, and topple gods.
Amy: What does it say?
The Doctor: [hesitates, then, exasperatedly] "Hello sweetie".

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River: Use the stabilizers!
The Doctor: It doesn't have stabilizers!
River: The blue switches!
The Doctor: The blue ones don't do anything, they're just... blue!
River: Yes they're blue: they're the blue stabilizers! [presses the button and the TARDIS indeed stabilises] See?
The Doctor: Yeah? Well, it's boring now, isn't it? They're boring-ers! They're blue... boring-ers!
Amy: Doctor, how come she can fly the TARDIS?
The Doctor: You call that flying the TARDIS? [scoffs] Ha!
River: Okay, I've mapped the probability vectors, done a foldback on the temporal isometery, charted the ship to its destination and... [presses a button, the TARDIS chimes] parked us right alongside.
The Doctor: Parked us? But we haven't landed!
River: Of course we've landed; I just landed her.
The Doctor: But it didn't make the noise.
River: What noise?
The Doctor: You know, the... [does an impression of the TARDIS materialisation sound]
River: It's not supposed to make that noise: you leave the brakes on.
The Doctor: Yes, well... it's a brilliant noise. I love that noise.

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The Doctor: You're still here. What part of "Wait in the TARDIS until I tell you it's safe" was so confusing?
Amy: Aw, are you all Mr. Grumpy-Face today?
The Doctor: A weeping angel, Amy, is the deadliest, most powerful, most malevolent life-form evolution has ever produced and right now one of them is trapped inside that wreckage and I'm supposed to climb in after it with a screwdriver and a torch, and assuming I survive the radiation long enough and assuming the ship doesn't explode in my face, do something incredibly clever which I haven't actually thought of yet. That's my day, that's what I'm up to. Any questions?
Amy: Is River Song your wife? 'Cause she's someone from your future... and the way she talks to you, I've never seen anybody do that. She's kind of, like, you know... "Heel, boy." She's Mrs. Doctor from the future, isn't she? Is she gonna be your wife one day?
The Doctor: [after a long pause] Yes. You're right. I am definitely Mr. Grumpy-Face today.

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Father Octavian: A stone angel loose among stone statues. A lot harder that I'd prayed for.
River Song: Needle in a haystack.
The Doctor: A needle that looks like hay, a hay-like needle of death. A hay-like needle of death in a haystack of... er, statues. No, yours was fine.

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River Song: Fantastic builders, the Aplans.
The Doctor: Had dinner with their chief architect once. Two heads are better than one.
Amy: You mean you helped him?
The Doctor: No, I mean they have two heads.

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The Doctor: So, Bob, how did you escape?
Bob: I didn't escape, sir. The Angels killed me too.

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The Doctor: Father Octavian, I am sorry, I've made a mistake, and we're all in terrible danger.
Father Octavian: What is it?
River Song: The Aplans.
Father Octavian: ... the Aplans?
River Song: They've got two heads.
Father Octavian: Yeah, so?
The Doctor: So why don't the statues?

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The Doctor: [aiming gun at the ceiling] Didn't anyone ever tell you there's one thing you never put in a trap, if you're smart, if you value your continued existence, if you have any plans about seeing tomorrow, there's one thing you never ever put in a trap.
Angel Bob: And what would that be, sir?
The Doctor: Me.