Donna: You're not saying much.The Doctor: No, it's just— It's a funny old life. In the TARDIS.Donna: You don't want me.The Doctor: I'm not saying that.Donna: But you asked me. would you rather be on your own?The Doctor: No. Actually no. But. The last time, with Martha—like I said, it got complicated. And that was all my fault. I just want a mate.Donna: You just want to mate?!The Doctor: I just want a mate.Donna: Well you're not mating with me, sunshine!The Doctor: A mate! I just want a mate.Donna: Well it's just as well, because I'm not having any of that nonense. I mean you're just a long streak of... nothing! Alien nothing.The Doctor: There we are then.

[The Doctor] pulled the thing out of Prince Boris's mouth, waving it around. 'Oh. Blimey. This is not a spatula. What is it?'I [Amy] stared at the stubby thing. It looked like the world's chunkiest novelty gift pen... I coughed. 'That, Doctor, is the sonic screwdriver.''Ah,' Dr Smith boggled. 'Right. Is it? Oh dear.' Another pause. 'What does it do?''Well... it screws things... sonically. On a good day, we fight off monsters with it.''Monsters, eh?' Dr Smith nodded gravely and... pointed it at the doorway like a gun and said, hopefully, 'Pew! Pew! Pew!' He turned back to me. 'Like that?''Other way up,' I said gently.

Really, awfully, terribly, I had a sudden attack of hiccups. I was staring at the Doctor, murderously angry with him. And hiccuping...'That's it. I'm going down there. I'm offering myself to them instead. If you're too much of a coward.'The Doctor winced at that last word.I hiccuped again.'Amy Pond,' he said. 'Try holding your breath.''I will not hold my breath! This is important! Rory is having his mind vacuumed and we're just standing here-''Hiccuping.''Yes.'We stood, glaring at each other. I hiccuped again.'Seriously,' said the Doctor, patiently. 'I know it's not the best time, but really, try holding your breath.'I stood there. Hiccuping and scowling at him.

The Master: Fifty seconds and counting.The Doctor: To what?The Master: Oh ho ho. You're gonna love this.The Doctor: What is it? Hypnotism? Mind control? You're grafting your thoughts inside them. Is that it?The Master: Oh no, that's way too easy. No no no. They're not going to think like me. They're going to become me.Donna: They've changed. Granddad. It's like... like this sort of thing happened... before. My head! Oh my head!Wilfred: Doctor! She's starting to remember! {to The Master} What is it? What have you done, you monster?!The Master: Breaking news: I'm everyone. And everyone in the world is me.The Master: The human race was always your favorite, Doctor. But now there is no human race. There is only the Master Race.-Doctor Who

The Master: Where's the TARDIS?The Doctor: Just stop. Just think.The Master: Kill him! I need that technology, Doctor. Tell me where it is or the old man is dead.Wilfred: Don't tell him!The Master: I'll kill him right now!The Doctor: Actually the most impressive thing about you is that after all this time you're still bone dead stupid.The Master: Take aim.The Doctor: You 've got six billion pairs of eyes but you still can't see the obvious, can you?The Master: I what?The Doctor: That guard is one inch too tall.(The guard, Rossiter, hits the Master)Rossiter: Oh my god I hit him! I've never hit anyone in my life.Addams: Well come on! We need to get out of here fast.Wilfred: God bless the cactuses.The Doctor: That's cactii.Rossiter: That's racist!-Doctor Who

So we're getting close to suggesting that camp is both the opposite of cool and a refinement of it. Camp and cool both have an element of not-caring, of disdain for the ordinary. The difference is that cool implies a lack of conscious effort, whereas camp is about putting everything you've got into it. Either you love something too much (much more than it's "worth", so the stereotypical anorak-wearing Doctor Who fan and the Barry Manilow cultist are both manifestations of this, at least to the outside world), or you're given to going over the top. Or you do both at once, in many cases. Both phenomena are examples of people fashioning an identity for themselves, and if you're reading this book then you must know people like that. Cool is not caring, camp is actively defiant.

Who takes the Pandorica takes the Universe. But bad news everyone. 'Cause guess who! Hah! Listen, you lot, you're all whizzing about. It's really very distracting. Could you all just stay still a minute because I. AM. TALKING! Now, the question of the hour is, who's got the Pandorica? Answer: I do. Next question: Who's coming to take it from me? Come on! Look at me! No plan, no back-up, no weapons worth a damn, oh, and something else. I don't have anything to lose. So if you're sitting up there in your silly little spaceship with all your silly little guns and you've got any plans on taking the Pandorica tonight, just remember who's standing in your way! Remember! Every black day I ever stopped you! And then! And then! Do the smart thing! Let somebody else try first.

Rose: Who are you then? Who's that lot down there? [The Doctor ignores her] I said who are they?!The Doctor: They're made of plastic. Living plastic creatures. They're being controlled by a relay device on the roof. Which would be a great big problem if- [he pulls a bleeping bomb out of his coat] -I didn't have this. So I'm gonna go upstairs and blow it up. And I might well die in the process. But don't worry about me, no. You go home, go on! Go and have your lovely beans on toast. [suddenly serious] Don't tell anyone about this 'cos if you do, you'll get them killed. [closes the door] [opens it again] I'm The Doctor, by the way. What's your name?Rose: Rose.The Doctor: Nice to meet you, Rose. [holds up the bomb, shaking it slightly while grinning.] Run for your life!

The Doctor: Hello, I've come to see the Lord Mayor.Idris Hopper: Have you got an appointment?The Doctor: No, just an old friend passing by, bit of a surprise. Can't wait to see her face!Idris Hopper: Well, she's just having a cup of tea.The Doctor: Just go in there and tell her "the Doctor" would like to see her.Idris Hopper: "The Doctor" who?The Doctor: Just "The Doctor". Tell her exactly that, "The Doctor".Idris Hopper: Hang on a tic.[Idris goes inside. There is the sound of a teacup smashing and Idris returns.]Idris Hopper: The Lord Mayor says "thank you f-for popping by." She'd love to have a chat, but, um, she's up to her eyes in paperwork. Perhaps you would like to make an appointment for next week...The Doctor: [happily] She's climbing out the window, isn't she?Idris Hopper: Yes, she is.

Of the seminal moments in my life, Careers Day in the autumn of Year 5 is my favorite. Everyone had to dress as whatever they wanted to be once they grew up. I had gone in a tweed jacket and a bow tie, and when Miss Weston asked me what I wanted to be, I told her that I wanted to be the Doctor.'Shouldn't you be wearing a lab coat and stethoscope like Paul?' She pointed to Paul Black, who was trying to strangle everyone with the stethoscope in question.Before I could answer, a boy I didn't know from the other class spoke up.'Paul's *a* doctor,' he explained, giving me a look of approval. 'He wants to be *the* Doctor.''Who?''Exactly,' we said at the same time, relieved that she understood.She didn't. We were sent to the quiet table to reflect on why cheeking teachers was wrong.

Rory: Amy. I'm gonna need a little help here.Amy: Just stop it!Rory: Just think it through, this will work. This will kill the Angels.Amy: it will kill you too.Rory: Will it? River said that this place would be erased from time, never existed. If this place never existed what did I fall off?Amy: You think you'll just come back to life.Rory: When don't I?Amy: Rory—Rory: Anyway, what else is there? Dying of old age downstairs, never seeing you again? Amy, please. If you love me, then trust me and push.Amy: I can't.Rory: You have to!Amy: Could you? Could you if it was me? Could you do it?Rory: To save you, I could do anything.Amy: Prove it.Rory: But I can't take you too.Amy: You said we'd come back to life. Money-where-your-mouth-is time.Rory: Amy, but—Amy: Shut. Up. Together. Or not at all-Doctor Who

E’ difficile parlare dell’importanza di un eroe immaginario.Ma gli eroi sono importanti. Gli eroi ci dicono qualcosa di noi stessi. I libri di storia ci dicono cosa siamo soliti essere, i documentari ci dicono chi siamo ora, ma gli eroi ci dicono chi vogliamo essere.E molti dei nostri eroi mi deprimono.Quando hanno creato questo particolare eroe, non gli hanno dato una pistola, gli hanno dato un cacciavite per sistemare le cose.Non gli hanno dato un carro armato o una nave da guerra o un X-Wing, gli hanno dato una cabina telefonica per poterlo chiamare in caso di pericolo.E non gli hanno dato un superpotere o delle orecchie a punta o un raggio laser, gli hanno dato un cuore in più.Gli hanno dato due cuori.E questa è una cosa straordinaria.Non ci sarà mai un tempo in cui non avremo bisogno di un eroe come il Dottore.

When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it'll never end. But however hard you try you can't run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. (In the library, the Doctor walks back to the TARDIS. He stops, looking at the doors. Then he raises his hand, and stands there poised like that for a long moment. Finally he snaps his fingers. The doors open. He smiles slowly and walks in, joining Donna. Then he snaps his fingers again, and the doors close. River's voice continues over this.) Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call... everybody lives.

Hello, old friend. And here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always. Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we're gone you won't be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be. Don't be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There's a little girl waiting in a garden. She's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. Tell her she'll go to see and fight pirates. She'll fall in love with a man who'll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.

The Doctor: Amy, what are you doing?Amy: That gravestone, Rory's, there's room for one more name isn't there?The Doctor: What are you talking about? Back away from the Angel. Come back to the TARDIS, we'll figure something out.Amy: The Angel, would it send me back to the same time, to him?The Doctor: I don't know. Nobody knows.Amy: But it's my best shot, yeah?The Doctor: No!River: Doctor, shut up! Yes, yes, it is!The Doctor: Amy—Amy: Well then. I just have to blink, right?The Doctor: No!Amy: It'll be fine. I know it will. I'll be with him like I should be. Me and Rory together. {calling River over} Melody.The Doctor: Stop it! Just, just, stop it!Amy: You look after him. And you be a good girl and you look after him.The Doctor: You are creating fixed time. I will never be able to see you again.Amy: I'll be fine. I'll be with him.The Doctor: Amy. Please. Just come back into the TARDIS, Come along, Pond. Please.Amy: Raggedy Man, goodbye.-Doctor Who