Manic Pixie Dream Doctors

“We will sing to you, Doctor. The universe will sing you to your sleep. This song is ending, but the story never ends.”

“Listen, Doctor, if this is a time machine, that man you're chasing, why can't you just pop back to yesterday and catch him?” “I cant go back inside my own timeline. I have to stay relative to the Master within the causal nexus. Understand?” “Not a word.” “Welcome aboard.” 

“This moment, this precise moment in time, it's like. I mean, it's only a theory, what do I know, but I think certain moments in time are fixed. Tiny, precious moments. Everything else is in flux, anything can happen, but those certain moments, they have to stand. This base on Mars with you, Adelaide Brooke, this is one vital moment. What happens here must always happen.” “Which is what?” “I don't know. I think something wonderful happens. Something that started fifty years ago, isn't that right?”

“Then we need to apply ourselves to the problem with discipline. Which starts with appointing a leader.” “Yes. At last. Thank you. So-” “Well, thank goodness you've got me! Everyone do exactly as I say. Inside the bus immediately.”

“The story begins with the Cybermen. A long time away, and not so far from here, the Cybermen were fought, and they were beaten. And they were sent into a howling wilderness called The Void, locked inside forever more. But then a greater battle rose up, so great that everything inside the Void perished. But, as the walls of the world weakened, the last of the Cybermen must have fallen through the dimensions, back in time, to land here. And they found you.”

“Now then, you lot. Sarah, hold that down. Mickey, you hold that. Because you know why this TARDIS always is always rattling about the place? Rose? That, there. It's designed to have six pilots, and I have to do it single handed. Martha, keep that level. But not any more. Jack, there you go. Steady that. Now we can fly this thing- no, Jackie, no, no, not you, don't touch anything, just... stand back.-like it's meant to be flown. We've got the Torchwood Rift looped around the TARDIS by Mister Smith, and we're going to fly Planet Earth back home. Right then. Off we go.”

“But we're in space. How did that happen? What did you do?” “We haven't moved. We're fixed. It can't have. No. The TARDIS is still in the same place, but the Earth has gone. The entire planet. It's gone!”

“Sometimes I think there's way too much coincidence around you, Donna. I met you once, then I met your grandfather, then I met you again. In the whole wide universe, I met you for a second time. It's like something's binding us together.”

“Oi. And you be careful, all right?” “Nah, taking a big space truck with a bunch of strangers across a diamond planet called Midnight? What could possibly go wrong?”

“If you die here, it'll mean I've never met you.”  “Time can be rewritten.”  “Not those times. Not one line. Don't you dare. It's okay. It's okay. It's not over for you. You'll see me again. You've got all of that to come. You and me, time and space. You watch us run.”

“Yeah, but think about it. There's a murder, a mystery, and Agatha Christie.” “So? Happens to me all the time.” “No, but isn't that a bit weird? Agatha Christie didn't walk around surrounded by murders. Not really. I mean, that's like meeting Charles Dickens and he's surrounded by ghosts at Christmas.” “Well..” 

“That's why we need to get out of here, find Martha and stop Cobb from slaughtering the Hath. What- what are you- what are you staring at?” “You keep insisting you're not a soldier, but look at you, drawing up strategies like a proper general!”  “No, no. I'm trying to stop the fighting.”  “Isn't every soldier?”  “Well, I suppose, but that's- that's... Technically, I haven't got time for this.”

“Why attack now? What are they up to? Times like this, I could do with the Brigadier. No offence.”

“And your name?” “General Staal, of the Tenth Sontaran Fleet. Staal the Undefeated!” “Oh, that's not a very good nickname. What if you do get defeated? Staal the Not Quite So Undefeated Anymore But Never Mind?” “He's like a potato. A baked potato. A talking baked potato.” “Now, Ross, don't be rude. You look like a pink weasel to him.”

“And know this, Doctor Donna. You will never be forgotten. Our children will sing of the Doctor Donna, and our children's children, and the wind and the ice and the snow will carry your names forever.”

“It's never forgotten, Caecilius. Oh, time will pass, men'll move on, and stories will fade. But one day, Pompeii will be found again. In thousands of years. And everyone will remember you.”

“What you going to do then? Blow them up?” “They're just children. They can't help where they come from.” “Oh, that makes a change from last time. That Martha must've done you good.”