Fun, That's The Word I Keep On

I Would Rather Be Confused For 10 Minutes Than Bored For 5 Seconds.

Cyber Leader: Daleks, Be Warned. You Have Declared War Upon The Cybermen. Dalek Sec: This Is Not War - This Is Pest Control! Cyber Leader: We Have Five Million Cybermen. How Many Are You? Dalek Sec: Four. Cyber Leader: You Would Destroy The Cybermen With Four Daleks? Dalek Sec: We Would Destroy The Cybermen With One Dalek! You Superior In Only One Respect. Cyber Leader: What Is That? Dalek Sec: You Are Better At Dying.

Writing Isn't Just A Job That Stops At Six Thirty... It's A Mad, Sexy, Sad, Scary, Ruthless, Joyful, And Utterly, Utterly Personal Thing. There's Not The Writer And Then Me; There's Just Me. All Of My Life Connects To The Writing. All Of It.

Rose:i Love You Doctor:quite Right, And I Guess If It's My Last Chance To Say It... Rose Tyler... (the Doctor Fades, Him In His Tardis, With Tear Tracks And A Tear Running Down His Cheek)

Daleks: [simultaneously] Exterminate! Exterminate! [they Fire Their Weapons, None Of Which So Much As Touch The Doctor] The Doctor: Is That It? Useless! Nul Points! [to Rose And Jack] It's All Right, You Can Come Out; That Forcefield Can Hold Back Anything! Jack Harkness: Almost Anything. [pause] The Doctor: Yes, But I Wasn't Going To Tell Them That. Thanks.