The Unquiet Dead

I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. I’m the Doctor, I’m worse than everyone’s aunt. *catches himself* And that is not how I’m introducing myself. Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you? All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff.

  1. Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush.
  2. I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in.
  3. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me!
Victory of the Daleks

I’m the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don’t know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don’t know why. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! No… It’s a thing; it’s like a plan, but with more greatness. You hit me with a cricket bat. I am the Doctor, and you are the Daleks!