Donna : Oh my god! It’s so roman! It’s fantastic!
The Doctor : You do think of difficult questions, don’t you ?
Donna : You’re kidding. You’re not telling me the Tardis has gone.
The Doctor : Okey.
Donna : Where is it then??
The Doctor : You… told me not to tell you.
Donna : Oi. Don’t get clever in latin.
Metella : You call it modern art, I call it a blooming great waste of space.
Quintus : Don’t tell my dad.
The Doctor : Only if you don’t tell mine
Donna : I’m sorry. I’m really sorry. But everyone is going to die.
Priestess : This pratling voice will cease forever!
The Doctor : Oh, that would be the day…
High priestess : your knwoledge is impossible
The Doctor : Ho but you can read my mind, you know it’s not. I demand you tell me who are?
The Doctor [brandishing a waterpistol] : I warn you, I am armed!
Donna : Where are we going to?
The Doctor : Into the Volcano.
Donna : No way.
The Doctor : Yes way. Appian way.
The Doctor : Because that’s how I see the universe. Every waking second, I can see what is, what was, what could be, what must not. That’s the burden of the Time Lord, Donna.
The Doctor : Don’t get yourself in a lava. In a lava? no?
Donna : No.
The Doctor : No.
The Doctor : yeah, I should warn you, it’s 70% water out there.
Donna : Not everyone, Doctor. Just save someone.
Écrit par Midori