Donna : Yeah. Maybe we can get sentimental after the world has stopped choking to death.
Donna : Where are you going ?
The Doctor : To stop a war!
The Doctor : I’m stuck. On Earth. Like… like an ordinary person. Like a human! How rubbish is that! Sorry, no offence, but come on!
Unit officer : My god. They’re like trolls.
The Doctor : Yeah. Loving the diplomacy. Ha. General Staal. Since when did you become a coward ?
Unit officer 2 : Oh, that’s diplomacy!
The Doctor : It’s a phone box, it contains a phone. A telphonic device for communication. It’s sort of symbolic. Like, if only we could communicate, you and I.
Ross : Tell the Doctor it’s that Cordolaine signal. He’s the only one who can stop them.
Sontaran : This isn’t war, this is sport!
The Doctor : Times like this I could do with the Birgadier. No offence.
The Doctor : for the billionth time, you can’t fight sontarans!
The Doctor : Still on Earth, but don’t worry, I’ve got my secret weapon.
Donna : What’s that ?
The Doctor : Somehow, that’s not making me happy.
The Doctor : Stop talking about yourself like that!
Unit officer : Thank you for your lack of faith.
The Doctor : That’s brilliant!
Unit officer : Getting a taste for it, Doctor ?
The Doctor : No, not at all. Not me.
The Doctor : You might have worn a t-shirt saying « clone ». Although maybe not in front of Captain Jack.
Martha : oh my God! That’s me!
Donna : Have I ever told you how much I hate you ?
Martha : Just… send that thing up. Put it on a delay.
The Doctor : I can’t.
Donna : Why not ?
The Doctor : I’v got to give them a choice.
Écrit par Midori