sassygaydoctorwho:

No. Don’t tell us. We really don’t want to know.

Inspired by an excellent comment made by insaneisjustanotherword on a reblog.

“A pair of interspecies, victorian crime-solving Lesbians? I can’t even tell you what I’m thinking right now.”

The Doctor: I don’t know where we’re going but my old hand’s very excited about it!
Donna: I thought that was just some freaky alien thing! You telling me it’s yours?
The Doctor: Well…
Martha: It got cut off. He grew a new one!
Donna: You are completely… impossible!
The Doctor: Not impossible, just… a bit unlikely!

The Doctor: Of course I’m OK, I’m always OK, I’m the king of OK. Oh, that’s a rubbish title, forget that title.

The Doctor: I just popped out to get my special straw. It adds more fizz.

Find a crack in your wall. Pray to Santa.

The Doctor: Mona Lisa, that dreadful woman with no eyebrows who wouldn’t sit still.

Goodbye, our Sarah Jane.

a-thing-in-progress:

advicedoctor:

Dr Moon: Shall we go down to the river?
Cut: they are by the river.
Donna (confused) You said “river” and suddenly we’re feeding ducks!

Amy: It’s a duck pond.

The Doctor: Why aren’t there any ducks?

Amy: I don’t know. There’s never any ducks.

The Doctor:Then how do you know it’s a duck pond?

Amy: It just is. Is it important, the duck pond?

The Doctor: I don’t know. Why would I know?

Amy POND.

RIVER Song.

Maybe it’s connected. Or maybe I should find something more useful to do.

Valerie Brannigan: He’s completely insane!
Thomas Kincade Brannigan: That, and a bit magnificent.