And what's the alternative? Me standing over your grave? Over your broken body? Over Rory's body?

Yes, he likes that … Alfie. Though personally, he likes to be called Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All.

That’s you! "Also Not Mum", that’s me! And everybody else is "Peasants". That’s a bit unfortunate.

Hello, Stormageddon. It’s The Doctor, here to help. Be quiet. Go to sleep. No, really. Stop crying. You’ve got a lot to look forward to, you know. A normal human life on Earth. Mortgage repayments, the 9 to 5, a persistent nagging sense of spiritual emptiness. Save the tears for later, boyo. Oh, that was crabby. No, that was old. But I am old, Stormy. I am so old. So near the end. But you, Alfie Owens. You are so young, aren’t you? And you know, right now, everything’s ahead of you. You could be anything. Yes, I know. You could walk among the stars. They don’t actually look like that, you know — they are rather more impressive. Yeah! You know, when I was little like you, I dreamt of the stars. I think it’s fair to say, in the language of your age, that I lived my dream. I owned the stage. Gave it a hundred and ten percent. I hope you have as much fun as I did, Alfie.

Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up and saw the face of the Devil himself. Hello, Dalek.

Well, she said you were a Mr. Hottie-ness... and that she would like to go out with you for texting and scones.

It's the only way. Then they can all forget me. I got too big, Dorium, too noisy. Time to step back into the shadows.

Usually called "The Doctor." Or "The Caretaker." Or "Get off this planet." Though, strictly speaking, that probably isn't a name.

Because every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they're going to be... and it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later.

I thought you'd run out of ways to make me sick, but hello again. You think hatred is beautiful?

A genius entertainment manager hiding out in a wrecked ship, hacking the security systems of the most advanced warrior race the Universe has ever seen — but, you know what really gets me about you, Oswin? The soufflés. Where do you get milk for the soufflés? Seriously, is no one else wondering about that?

Brian, please, that would be ridiculous. They're probably just passengers. Did I mention missiles?

I've matured, I'm twelve hundred years old now. Plus I don't want to miss The Archers.

I see what you did there ;)

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