I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. You’ve swallowed a planet! They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! Saving the world with meals on wheels.
No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff. The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. …hey. …the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.
All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
- Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish.
- No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness.
- I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself.
It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
Saving the world with meals on wheels. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
- I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
- I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
- I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me!
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens!
Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong?
No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me!
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’!
I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. Saving the world with meals on wheels. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool.
You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you?
All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish.
It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. No, I’ll fix it. I’m good at fixing rot. Call me the Rotmeister. No, I’m the Doctor. Don’t call me the Rotmeister. I’m nobody’s taxi service; I’m not gonna be there to catch you every time you feel like jumping out of a spaceship.
I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks! I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better?
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. You hit me with a cricket bat. It’s art! A statement on modern society, ‘Oh Ain’t Modern Society Awful?’! Aw, you’re all Mr. Grumpy Face today. You know when grown-ups tell you ‘everything’s going to be fine’ and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better?
