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Allons-y! New-new-Doctor. I don't want to go. Don't you think she looks tired? What? What?! WHAT?! Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother! There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you? River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff. There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky.

Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother! There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. New-new-Doctor. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice.

Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. Allons-y! Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.

Schedule

It is! It's the city of New New York! Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New New York. Oh, yes. Harmless is just the word: that's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim. But I'll tell you what it does do: it is very good at opening doors! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Allons-y! Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother!

What? What?! WHAT?! There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! Oh, yes. Harmless is just the word: that's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim. But I'll tell you what it does do: it is very good at opening doors! There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso!

You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. What? What?! WHAT?! I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you? Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother!

River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Allons-y! Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords.

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You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. Don't you think she looks tired? You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you?

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't you think she looks tired? Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you? People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff. River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could...

I don't want to go. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. I'll tell you what, then: don't...step on any butterflies. What have butterflies ever done to you? Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-and-effect... but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly... timey-wimey... stuff. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'.

Prizes

You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'. Allons-y! It is! It's the city of New New York! Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New New York.

I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! I don't want to go. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice. I'd call you a genius, except I'm in the room. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... Oh, yes. Harmless is just the word: that's why I like it! Doesn't kill, doesn't wound, doesn't maim. But I'll tell you what it does do: it is very good at opening doors! I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory.

It is! It's the city of New New York! Strictly speaking, it's the fifteenth New York since the original, so that makes it New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New-New New York. I don't want to go. You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'. What? What?! WHAT?! Yeah? Well I'm the Lord of Time. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.

Don't you think she looks tired? River, you know my name. You whispered my name in my ear! There's only one reason I would ever tell anyone my name. There's only one time I could... Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I don't want to go. I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky.

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What? What?! WHAT?! You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. I'm the Doctor, I can save the world with a kettle and some string! And look! I'm wearing a vegetable! Allons-y! I don't want to go. Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! New-new-Doctor. Sweet, maybe... Passionate, I suppose... But don't ever mistake that for nice.

You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... Black tie...Whenever I wear this, something bad always happens. I don't want to go. Don't you think she looks tired? Goodbye...my Sarah Jane! Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.

Allons-y! Don't you think she looks tired? There was a war. A Time War. The Last Great Time War. My people fought a race called the Daleks, for the sake of all creation. And they lost. We lost. Everyone lost. They're all gone now. My family. My friends. Even that sky. Blimey, trying to make an Ood laugh... You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. Aw, I wanted to be ginger! I've never been ginger! And you, Rose Tyler! Fat lot of good you were! You gave up on me! Ooh, that's rude. Is that the sort of man I am now? Am I rude? Rude and not ginger.

There's something else I've always wanted to say: Allons-y, Alonso! Please, when Torchwood comes to write my complete history, don't tell people I travelled through time and space with her mother! I'm Dr. James McCrimmon from the township of Balamory. What? What?! WHAT?! Don't you think she looks tired? You can spend the rest of your life with me, but I can't spend the rest of mine with you. I have to live on. Alone. That's the curse of the Time Lords. You need to get yourself a better dictionary. When you do, look up 'genocide'. You'll find a little picture of me there, and the caption'll read 'Over my dead body'.

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