The longest running sci fi show in history. The most ridiculous premise ever. The best plan for a long running series that relies on no one actor. The oncoming storm. The show that taught the world to hide behind the couch. The Daleks. The Cybermen. Sontarans. The Silurians. The Weeping Angels. The Master. Davros. Bad Wolf. The Silence. The companions. Adric. Sara Jane. Jo. Ian. Leela. Tegan. Romana. Jamie. Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart. Amy. The girl who waited. Rory. Donna. Martha. Rose Tyler.An omni-sexual Time Agent from the 51st Century. Captain of the Innuendo Squad. Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All. Winston Churchill, Shakespeare. Madame de Pompadour, Charles Dickens. Vincent Van Gogh. Agatha Christie. Queen Victoria. Queen Elizabeth....the tenth! Marilyn! Get your coat! Christmas in London. John Smith. Torchwood. Allons-Y, Alonso! Space pig. "Moisturize me!" Melody Pond/River Song. T-A-R-D-I-S. That's Time And Relative Dimension In Space. Ricky. Mickey. Harriet Jones, Prime Minister. Yes, I know who you are. Don't blink. Are you my mummy? Bananas are good. Exterminate! Still not ginger. New teeth. Fantastic! Geronimo! Don't you think she looks tired? Raxacoricofallapatorious. The Shadow Proclamation. K-9. Torchwood. Delete. every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they're going to be... and it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later. Upgrading is compulsory. I'm burning up a sun just to say goodbye. It's bigger on the inside! The Face of Boe. He's like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And... he's wonderful. Run! People assume that time is a strict progression of cause-of-effect...but actually, from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it's more like a big ball of wibbly-wobbly...timey-wimey...stuff. OK, this is bad. At the moment I don't know how bad, but certainly we're three buses, a long walk, and eight quid in a taxi from good. Hermits United. We meet up every ten years. Swap stories about caves. It's good fun... for a hermit. Ood song. Jelly babies, jammy dodgers. I wear a fez now, fezzes are cool. Everybody lives. The Doctor dances. UNIT. I just want you to know, there are worlds out there, safe in the sky because of her. That there are people living in the light, and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away. They will never forget her, while she can never remember. But for one moment...one shining moment...she was the most important woman in the whole wide universe. .I am definitely a mad man with a box. If we're going to die, let's die looking like a Peruvian folk band. Well, I was on my way to this gay gypsy Bar Mitzvah for the disabled when I suddenly thought, "Gosh, the Third Reich's a bit rubbish. I think I'll kill the Führer." Who's with me?
The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant.