Martha : you are completely impossible!
The Doctor : I am not impossible!
The Doctor : We are not armed. No weapons. Never any weapons.
Donna: [to the Doctor] : Not what you’d call a natural parent, are you ?
The Doctor : Look, just because I share physiological traits with simian primates doesn’t make me a monkey’s uncle, does it ?
Donna : I am not his woman.
The Doctor : We… we’re not a couple.
Jenny : You keep insisting you’re not a soldier. But look at you. Drawing up strategies like a proper general.
The Doctor : No. I am trying to stop the fighting.
Jenny : Isn’t every soldier ?
The Doctor : well err. I suppose. But… that’s… that’s…
Donna : Oh. You. Are. Speechless. I’m loving this! You keep on, Jenny!
Donna : Let me distract this one. I have picked a few womanly wiles over the years.
The Doctor : Not impossible. Just a bit unlikely.
The Doctor : you’re my daughter. And we barely just started. You’re going to be more than great. You’re going to be amazing.
The Doctor : Too much. That’s the truth of it. She was too much like me.
Donna : I’m gonna travel with that man forever.
The Doctor : There is always something worth living for, Martha.
Donna / Jenny : Planets to save, civilisation to rescue, creatures to defeat… and an awfull lot of runing to do.
Écrit par Midori