Doctor Who: The Art Of Destruction

"People and animals", said the Doctor savagely, "living creatures whose purpose you perverted and pressganged into perpetuating this pathetic war." He paused. "Blimey, what a lot of p's! Can't you give p's a chance?"

"New bodies, always tricky getting used to them, isn't it? Cup of tea helps, I always say. Got any tea?"

"Be careful, Doctor."
"Yeah, one day.""

"Mix in a little of sample A and E - Accident and Emergency, that doesn't sound hopeful, does it? Tell you what, make it A nad H. AH! Ahhhhhh."

The winning side always writes their version of history.

"Honest, but nasty. Very nasty. Like the suit. By which I don't mean that I like the suit - I mean the suit is very nasty. Like you are also very nasty, even if you're honest".

Basel stared after Rose. "But it's dead end", he protested.
"It's dead us if we don't find a way through".

"I... I am not used to asking for help, Doctor, or to giving thanks when it's offered."
The Doctor beamed at him. "It's the planet I'm doing this for, not you..."

"Where was I?" The Doctor stared round, took a deep breath in and winced. "Oh yes. In here, in pain, and in the dark."

"May I remind you, Doctor, that I am the Director here?"
"Then start directing!"