Rose
Rose Tyler (Billie Piper): You pulled his arm off!
The Doctor (Christopher Eccleston): Yep. {he tosses is to her}. Plastic.
Rose: Very clever. Nice trick. Who are they then, students? Is this a student thing or what?
The Doctor: Why would they be students?
Rose: I don’t know.
The Doctor: Well you said it. Why students?
Rose: ‘Cause… to get that many people dressed up and being silly, they gotta be students.
The Doctor: That makes sense. Well done.
Rose: Thanks.
The Doctor: They’re not students.
Rose: Whoever they are, when Wilson finds them he’s gonna call the police.
The Doctor: Who’s Wilson?
Rose: Chief electrician.
The Doctor: Wilson’s dead.
The Doctor: I’m the Doctor, by the way. What’s your name?
Rose: Rose.
The Doctor: Nice to meet you, Rose. Run for your life!
The Doctor: What are you doing here?
Rose: I live here.
The Doctor: Well what’d you do that for?
Rose: Because I do. I’m only home because someone blew up my job.
The Doctor: Must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic are you? {knocks on her forehead}. Nope, bone in.
Rose: You know the old saying, “Give a man a plastic hand…”.
Rose: Hold on a minute. You can’t just go swanning off.
The Doctor: Yes I can. Here I am. This is me, swanning off. See ya!
Rose: That arm was moving. It tried to kill me.
The Doctor: Ten out of ten for observation.
Rose: You can’t just walk away—that’s not fair. You’ve gotta tell me what’s going on.
The Doctor: No I don’t.
Rose: All right then. I’ll go to the police. I’ll tell everyone. And you said if I did that I’d get people killed, so. You’re choice. Tell me or I’ll start talking.
The Doctor: Is that supposed to sound tough?
Rose: Sort of.
The Doctor: Doesn’t work.
Rose: Who are you?
The Doctor: Told you. The Doctor.
Rose: Yeah, but Doctor What?
The Doctor: Just The Doctor.
Rose: The Doctor.
The Doctor: Hello!
Rose: Is that supposed to sound impressive?
The Doctor: Sort of.
Rose: What have I done wrong? How come those plastic things keep coming after me?
The Doctor: Oh, suddenly the entire world revolves around you! You were just an accident. You got in the way, that’s all.
Rose: It tried to kill me!
The Doctor: It was after me, not you. Last night, in the shop, I was there, you blundered in—almost ruined the whole thing. This morning I was tracking it down, it was tracking me down. The only reason it fixed on you was ’cause you met me.
Rose: So what you’re saying is the entire world revolves around you.
The Doctor: Sort of, yeah.
Rose: You’re full of it!
The Doctor: Sort of, yeah.
The Doctor: Where’d you want to start?
Rose: Um. The inside’s bigger than the outside?
The Doctor: Yes.
Rose: It’s alien.
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Are you alien?
The Doctor: Yes. Is that all right?
Rose: Yeah.
The Doctor: It’s called the TARDIS, this thing. T-A-R-D-I-S. That’s “Time and Relative Dimension in Space”. {Rose starts crying} That’s okay, culture shock. Happens to the best of us.
Rose: If you are an alien how come you sound like you’re from the North?
The Doctor: Lots of planets have a North.
Rose: What’s a “Police Public Call Box”?
The Doctor: It’s a telephone box. From the 1950s. It’s a disguise.
Rose: Okay.
Rose: Well then, tip in your anti-plastic and let’s go.
The Doctor: I’m not here to kill it. I’m here to give it a chance.
Mickey: Just leave him! There’s nothing you can do!
Rose: Got no A levels. No job. No future. But I’ll tell you what I have got, Jericho Street Junior School Under 7’s gymnastics team. I got the bronze.
The Doctor: Nestene Consciousness: easy.
Rose: You were useless in there. You’d be dead if it wasn’t for me.
The Doctor: Yes I would. Thank you.
The Doctor: Right then. I’ll be off. Unless, ah, I don’t know, you could come with me. This box isn’t just a London Hoppa, you know. It goes anywhere in the Universe, free of charge.
Mickey: Don’t! He’s an alien! He’s a thing!
The Doctor: He’s not invited.
The Doctor: What d’you think? You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep or you could go… anywhere.
Rose: Is it always this dangerous?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Yeah, I can’t. I’ve, um, I’ve gotta go and find my mom. And someone’s gotta look after this stupid lump, so…
The Doctor: Okay. See ya ’round. {he leaves in the TARDIS}
Rose: Come on, let’s go. Come on.
The Doctor reappearing moments later: By the way, did I mention it also travels in time?
Rose: Thanks.
Mickey: Thanks for what?
Rose: Exactly.
The End of the World
The Doctor: Ten thousand years in the future. Step outside, it’s the year 12,005. The New Roman Empire.
Rose: You think you’re so impressive.
The Doctor slightly offended: I am so impressive.
Raffalo: Where are you from, Miss? If you don’t mind me asking.
Rose: No, not at all. Gosh, I don’t know. A long way away. I just sort of hitched a lift with this man. I didn’t even think about it. I don’t even know who he is. He’s a complete stranger.
The Doctor: What d’you think then?
Rose: Great! Yeah, fine. Once you get past the slightly psychic paper. They’re just so alien. The aliens are so alien. You look at them, and they’re alien.
The Doctor: Good thing I didn’t take you to the Deep South.
Rose: Alright. As my mate Shareen says, “Don’t argue with the designated driver.” pulling out her cell. Can’t exactly call for a taxi. There’s no signal. We’re out of range. Just a bit.
The Doctor: Tell you what, with a little bit of jiggery-pokery—
Rose: Is that a technical term, “jiggery-pokery”?
The Doctor: Yeah. I came first in jiggery-pokery. What about you?
Rose: No. I failed hullabaloo.
The Doctor: You think that’s amazing, you ought to see the bill.
Rose: That was five billion years ago. So she’s dead now. Five billion years later, my mom’s dead.
The Doctor: Bundle of laughs, you are.
The Doctor: Where’s the engine room?
Jabe: I don’t know. But the maintenance duct is just behind our guest suite. I could show you. And your… wife.
The Doctor: She’s not my wife.
Jabe: Partner?
The Doctor: Nope.
Jabe: Concubine.
The Doctor: No.
Jabe: Prostitute?
Rose: What ever I am it must be invisible. D’you mind? Tell you what, you two go pollinate. I’m going to catch up with the family. Quick word with Michael Jackson.
The Doctor: Don’t start a fight.
Cassandra: They say mankind has touched every star in the sky.
Rose: So you’re not the last human?
Cassandra: I am the last pure human. The others mingled. Oh, they call themselves new humans and proto-humans and digi-humans— even human-ish. But you know what I call them? Mongrels.
Rose: Right. And you stayed behind.
Cassandra: I kept myself pure.
Rose: How many operations have you had?
Cassandra: Seven hundred and eight. Next week it’s 709. I’m having my blood bleached. Is that why you wanted a word? You could be flatter. You’ve got a little bit of a chin poking out.
Rose: I’d rather die.
Cassandra: Honestly, it doesn’t hurt.
Rose: I mean it, I would rather die. It’s better to die than live like you—a bitchy trampoline.
Cassandra: Oh well. What do you know.
Rose: I was born on that planet. And so was my mom and so was my dad. And that makes me officially the last human being in this room. ‘Cause you’re not human. You’ve had it all nipped and tucked and flattened ’til there’s nothing left. Anything human got chucked in the bin. You’re just skin, Cassandra. Lipstick and skin.
The Doctor: Is anyone in there?
Rose: Let me out!
The Doctor: Oh, well it would be you.
Rose: Open the door!
The Doctor: Hold on, give us two ticks.
The Doctor: The whole thing’s jammed. I can’t open the door. Stay there! Don’t move.
Rose: Where am I going to go, Ipswich?
Rose: The end of the Earth. It’s gone. We were too busy saving ourselves, no one saw it go. All those years. All that history and no one was even looking. It’s just…
The Doctor: Come with me.
The Doctor: You think it’ll last forever. People and cars and concrete. But it won’t. One day it’s all gone. Even the sky. My planet’s gone. It’s dead. It burned like the Earth. It’s just rocks and dust. Before its time.
Rose: What happened?
The Doctor: There was a war and we lost.
Rose: A war with who? What about your people?
The Doctor: I’m a Time Lord. I’m the last of the Time Lords. They’re all gone. I’m the only survivor. I’m left traveling on my own because there’s no one else.
Rose: There’s me.
The Doctor: You’ve seen how dangerous it is. Do you want to go home?
Rose: I don’t know. I want… Can you smell chips?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: I want chips.
The Doctor: Me too.
Rose: Right then, before you get me back in that box chips it is, and you can pay.
The Doctor: No money.
Rose: What sort of date are you? Come on then, tightwad. Chips are on me. We’ve only got five billion years ’til the shops close.
The Unquiet Dead
The Doctor reading the paper: I got the flight a bit wrong.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: It’s not 1860. It’s 1869.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: And it’s not Naples.
Rose: I don’t care.
The Doctor: It’s Cardiff.
Rose: Right.
Dickens: Must be we’re under some mesmeric influence.
The Doctor: No we’re not. The dead are walking. to Rose. Hi.
Rose: Hi. Who’s your friend?
The Doctor: Charles Dickens.
Rose: Okay.
Gwyneth: I’ve bet you’ve got dozens of servants, Miss.
Rose: No. No servants where I’m from.
Gwyneth: And you’ve come such a long way.
Rose: What makes you think so?
Gwyneth: You’re from London. I’ve seen London in drawings but never like that. All those people rushing about, half-naked for shame. And the noise. And the metal boxes racing past. And the birds in the sky—no, they’re metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you—you’ve flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you’ve seen. The darkness, the big bad wolf.
Dickens: Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts, but beings from another world who can only exist in our realm by inhabiting cadavers.
The Doctor: Good system. Might work.
Rose: You can’t let them run around inside dead people.
The Doctor: Why not? It’s like recycling.
Rose: Seriously though, you can’t.
The Doctor: Seriously though, I can.
The Doctor: Mr. Sneed, what’s the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?
Mr. Sneed: That would be… the morgue.
Rose: No chance you were going to say “gazebo”, is there?
Rose: But I can’t die. Tell me I can’t. I haven’t even been born yet. It’s impossible for me to die. Isn’t it?
The Doctor: I’m sorry.
Rose: It’s 1869. How can I die now?
The Doctor: Time isn’t a straight line. It can twist into any shape. You could be born in the 20th century and die in the 19th and it’s all my fault. I brought you here.
Rose: It’s not your fault. I wanted to come.
The Doctor: What about me? I saw the fall of Troy. World War V. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I’m going to die in a dungeon. In Cardiff.
Rose: We’ll go down fighting, yeah?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: Together?
The Doctor: Yeah. I’m so glad I met you.
Rose: Me too.
Rose: She didn’t make it.
The Doctor: I’m sorry. She closed the Rift.
Dickens: At such a cost. The poor child.
The Doctor: I did try, Rose. But Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes.
Rose: What d’you mean?
The Doctor: I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch.
Rose: But she can’t have. She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?
Dickens: There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor.
Aliens of London
Rose: I can’t tell her. I can’t even begin. She’s never going to forgive me. And I missed a year. Was it good?
The Doctor: Middling.
Rose: You’re so useless.
The Doctor: Well if it’s this much trouble are you going to stay here now?
Rose: I don’t know. I can’t do that to her again though.
The Doctor: Well she’s not coming with us.
Rose: No joke.
The Doctor: I don’t do families.
Rose: She slapped you.
The Doctor: Nine hundred years of time and space and I’ve never been slapped by someone’s mother.
Rose: When you say nine hundred years.
The Doctor: That’s my age.
Rose: You’re nine hundred years old?
The Doctor: Yeah.
Rose: My mom was right. That’s one hell of an age gap.
Rose: Every conversation with you just goes mental. There’s no one else I can talk to. I’ve seen all that stuff up there. The size of it. And I can’t say a word. Aliens and spaceships and things. And I’m the only person on planet Earth who knows they exist. {A spaceship screams by overhead.} Oh, that’s not fair.
Rose: So history’s happening and we’re stuck here.
The Doctor: Yes we are.
Rose: We could always do what everyone else does. We could watch it on TV.
Rose: Promise you won’t disappear?
The Doctor: Tell you what, TARDIS key. ‘Bout time you had one.
Neighbor: Someone owes Mickey an apology.
Rose: I’m sorry.
Neighbor: Not you.
Jackie: Well it’s not my fault. Be fair. What was I supposed to think?
Rose: My mum’s here.
The Doctor: Oh that’s just what I need. Don’t you dare go and make this place domestic.
Mickey: You ruined my life, Doctor. They thought she was dead. I was a murder suspect because of you.
The Doctor: See what I mean? Domestic!
Rose: That was a real spaceship.
The Doctor: Yep.
Rose: So it was all a pack of lies. What is it? Are they invading?
Mickey: Funny way to invade, putting the world on red alert.
The Doctor: Good point! So. What are they up to?
World War Three
Harriet Jones: The protocols are redundant. They list the people who could help and they’re all dead downstairs.
Rose: Hasn’t it got, like, defense codes and things? Can’t we just launch a nuclear bomb at them?
Harriet Jones: You’re a very violent young woman.
The Doctor: Right. If we’re going to find their weakness we need to find out where they’re from, which planet. So judging by their basic shape that narrows it down to five thousand planets within travelling distance. What else do we know about them?
Rose: They’re green.
The Doctor: Yep, narrows it down.
Rose: Good sense of smell.
The Doctor: Narrows it down!
Rose: They can smell adrenaline.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: The pig technology.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: The spaceship in the Thames, you said slipstream engine.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Rose: They hunt like it’s a ritual.
The Doctor: Narrows it down.
Harriet Jones: Wait a minute! Did you notice, when they fart—if you’ll pardon the word—it doesn’t just smell like a fart—if you’ll pardon the word. It’s something else. What is it? It’s more like—
Rose: Bad breath.
Harriet Jones: That’s it!
The Doctor: Calcium decay! Now that narrows it down!
The Doctor: Mickey, have you got any vinegar?
Mickey on the phone: How should I know?
The Doctor: It’s your kitchen.
Rose: Cupboard by the sink. Middle shelf.
Jackie: Oh, give it here. grabs phone What’dya need?
The Doctor: Anything with vinegar!
Jackie: Gherkins! Yeah, pickled onions! Pickled eggs!
The Doctor to Rose: You kiss this man?
Rose: Mickey, any luck?
Mickey on the phone: There’s loads of emergency numbers. They’re all on voicemail.
Harriet: Voicemail dooms us all.
Rose: If we could just get out of here.
The Doctor: There’s a way out.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: There’s always been a way out.
Rose: Then why don’t we use it?
The Doctor: to Jackie Because I can’t guarantee your daughter will be safe.
Jackie: Don’t you dare. Whatever it is, don’t you dare.
The Doctor: That’s the thing. If I don’t dare, everyone dies.
Rose: Do it.
The Doctor: You don’t even know what it is, you’d just let me?
Rose: Yeah.
Rose: My mother’s cooking.
The Doctor: Good. Put her on a slow heat and let her simmer.
Dalek
Rose: If someone’s collecting aliens that makes you exhibit A.
Adam: Mr. Van Statten owns the internet.
Rose: Don’t be stupid, no one owns the internet.
Statten: Let’s just keep the whole world thinking that way, right kids?
The Doctor: Rose, did you make it?
Rose: Sorry, I was a bit slow. See you then, Doctor. It wasn’t your fault. Remember that, okay? It wasn’t your fault. You know what? I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.
Rose: You’re out. You made it. I never thought I’d feel the sunlight again.
Dalek: How does it feel?
The Doctor: Rose, get out of the way now!
Rose: No. ‘Cause I won’t let you do this.
The Doctor: That thing killed hundreds of people!
Rose: It’s not the one pointing the gun at me.
The Doctor: I’ve got to do this. I’ve got to end it. The Daleks destroyed my home, my people. I’ve got nothing left.
Rose: But look at it.
The Doctor: What’s it doing?
Rose: It’s the sunlight, that’s all it wants.
The Doctor: It can’t—
Rose: It couldn’t kill Van Statten, it couldn’t kill me. It’s changing. What about you, Doctor? What the hell are you changing into?
Dalek: Rose, give me orders. Order me to die.
Rose: I can’t do that.
Dalek: This is not life. This is sickness. I shall not be like you. Order my destruction! Obey! Obey! Obey!
Rose: Do it.
Dalek: Are you frightened, Rose Tyler?
Rose: Yeah.
Dalek: So am I. Exterminate.
Rose: Adam was saying that all his life he’s wanted to see the stars.
The Doctor: Tell him to go and stand outside then.
The Long Game
The Editor: Create a climate of fear and it’s easy to keep the borders closed. It’s just a matter of emphasis. The right word in the right broadcast repeated often enough can destabilize an economy, invent an enemy, change a vote.
Rose: So all the people on Earth are like, slaves.
The Editor: Well, now. There’s an interesting point. Is a slave a slave if he doesn’t know he’s enslaved?
The Doctor: Yes.
The Editor: Oh. I was hoping for a philosophical debate. Is that all I’m going to get? “Yes.”?
The Doctor: Yes.
The Editor: You’re no fun.
The Doctor: Let me out of these manacles. You’ll find out how much fun I am.
Rose: What about you? You’re not a jagra- a-belly—
The Doctor: Jagrafess.
Rose: You’re not a jagrafess. You’re human.
The Editor: Yeah, well, simply being human doesn’t pay very well.
Father’s Day
Rose: Peter Alan Tyler. My dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Born 15 September, 1954.
Rose: It’s so weird. The day my father died. I thought it’d be all grim and stormy. It’s just another day.
The Doctor: The past is another country. 1987 is just the Isle of Wight.
The Doctor: When we met, I said “Travel with me in space.” You said no. Then I said “Time machine.”
Rose: It wasn’t some big plan. I just saw it happening and I thought, I can stop it.
The Doctor: I did it again. I picked another stupid ape. I should have known. It’s not about showing you the universe. It never is. It’s about the universe doing something for you.
Pete: Listen, don’t worry about him. Couples have rows all the time.
Rose: We’re not a couple. Why does everyone think we’re a couple?… I think he left me.
Pete: What, a pretty girl like you? If I was going out with you—
Rose: Stop! Right there.
Pete: I’m just saying—
Rose: I know what you’re saying and we’re not going there. At no point are we going anywhere near there. You aren’t even aware that “there” exists. I don’t even want to think about “there” and believe me, neither do you. There—for you—is like… It’s like the Bermuda Triangle.
Pete: Blimey, you know how to flatter a bloke.
The Doctor: Time’s been damaged and they’ve come to sterilize the wound. By consuming everything inside.
Rose: Is this because… Is this my fault?
Rose: Where I come from, Jackie doesn’t know how to work the timer on the video recorder.
Pete: I showed her that last week. *beat* Point taken.
Pete: I never read you those bedtime stories. I never took you on those picnics. I was never there for you.
Rose: You would have been.
Pete: But I can do this for you. I can be a proper dad now.
Rose: But it’s not fair.
Pete: I’ve had all these extra hours. No one in the world’s ever had that. And on top of that, I get to see you. And you’re beautiful. How lucky am I, eh?
Rose: Peter Alan Tyler. My dad. The most wonderful man in the world. Died the 7th of November, 1987.
The Empty Child
Rose: What’s the emergency?
The Doctor: It’s mauve.
Rose: Mauve?
The Doctor: Universally recognized color for danger.
Rose: What happened to red?
The Doctor: That’s just humans. By everyone else’s standards, red’s camp. Oh, the misunderstandings. All those red alerts, all that dancing. It’s got a very basic flight computer. I’ve hacked in, slaved the TARDIS. Wherever it goes, we go.
Rose: And it’s safe, is it?
The Doctor: Totally. things go awry. Okay, reasonably. I should have said reasonably there.
The Doctor: Know how long you can knock around space without having to bump into Earth?
Rose: Five days? Or is it when we’re out of milk?
The Doctor: All the species in all the universe and it has to come out of a cow.
Rose: What’s the plan then? You going to do a scan for alien tech or something?
The Doctor: Rose, it hit the middle of London with a very loud bang. I’m going to ask.
Rose: Not very Spock, is it? Just asking.
The Doctor: Door, music, people. What do you think?
Rose: I think you should scan for alien tech. Give me some Spock. For once, would it kill you?
The Doctor about Rose’s Union Jack t-shirt: Are you sure about that t-shirt?
Rose: Too early to say. I’m taking it out for a spin.
Jack: Okay, okay, I’ve got you!
Rose: Who’s got me? Who’s got me and, you know, how?
Jack: I’m just programming your descent pattern. Stay as still as you can and keep your hands and feet inside the light field.
Rose: Descent pattern?
Jack: Oh, and can you switch off your cellphone? No, seriously. It interferes with my instruments.
Rose: You know, no one ever believes that.
Jack: Thank you. Much better.
Rose: Oh yeah, that’s real load off, that is. I’m hanging in the sky in the middle of a German air raid with a Union Jack across my chest, but hey! My mobile phone’s off!
Captain Jack: Ready for you. Hold tight!
Rose: To what?
Captain Jack: Fair point.
Jack: Are you all right?
Rose: Fine. Why, are you expecting me to faint or something?
Jack: You look a little dizzy.
Rose: What about you? You’re not even in focus. she faints.
Rose: So, um, who’re you supposed to be then?
Jack: Captain Jack Harkness. 133 Squadron, Royal Air Force. American volunteer.
Rose: Liar. This is psychic paper. It tells me whatever you want it to tell me.
Jack: How do you know?
Rose: Two things. One, I have a friend that uses this all the time. And two, you just handed me a piece of paper telling me you’re single and you work out.
Jack: Tricky thing, psychic paper.
Rose: Yeah. can’t let your mind wander when you’re handing it over.
Jack: Oh. You sort of have a boyfriend called Mickey Smith but you consider yourself to be footloose and fancy free.
Rose: Wha’?
Jack: Actually, the word you use is “available”.
Rose: No way.
Jack: And another one: “very”.
The Doctor: Mr. Spock?
Rose: What was I supposed to say? You don’t have a name. Don’t you ever get tired of Doctor? Doctor who?
The Doctor: Nine centuries and I’m coping.
The Doctor Dances
The Doctor: Can you sense it?
Jack: Sense what?
The Doctor: Coming out of the walls. Can you feel it? Funny little human brains, how do you get around in those things?
Rose: When he’s stressed he likes to insult species.
The Doctor: Rose, I’m thinking.
Rose: Cuts himself shaving, does half an hour on lifeforms he’s cleverer than.
The Doctor: Okay, one, we’ve got to get out of here. Two, we can’t get out of here. Have I missed anything?
Rose: Yeah. Jack just disappeared.
Rose: Okay, so he’s vanished into thin air. Why is it always the great looking ones who do that?
The Doctor: I’m making an effort not to be insulted.
Rose: I mean… men.
The Doctor: Okay, thanks. That really helped.
The Doctor: You just assume I don’t dance.
Rose: What? Are you telling me you do dance?
The Doctor: Nine hundred years old, me. I’ve been around a bit. I think you can assume at some point I’ve danced.
Rose: You?
The Doctor: Problem?
Rose: Doesn’t the universe implode or something if you dance?
The Doctor: Well I’ve got the moves but I wouldn’t want to boast.
Rose: You’ve got the moves? Show me your moves.
The Doctor: Rose, I’m trying to resonate concrete.
Rose: Jack will be back. He’ll get us out. The world doesn’t end because the Doctor dances.
The Doctor: We were talking about dancing.
Captain Jack: It didn’t look like talking.
Rose: Didn’t feel like dancing.
The Doctor: Nancy, what age are you? Twenty? Twenty-one? Older than you look, yes?
Jack: Doctor, that bomb— we’ve got seconds.
Rose: You can teleport us out.
Jack: Not you guys. The Navcom’s back online. Gonna take too long to override the protocols.
The Doctor: So it’s Volcano Day. Do what you’ve got to do.
Rose: Jack!
Rose: Doctor, that bomb.
The Doctor: Taken care of it.
Rose: How?
The Doctor: Psychology.
The Doctor: History says there was an explosion here. Who am I to argue with history?
Rose: Usually the first in line.
Rose: Look at you, beaming away like you’re Father Christmas!
The Doctor: Who says I’m not? Red bicycle when you were twelve.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: And everybody lives, Rose! Everybody lives! I need more days like this.
Rose: Doctor—
The Doctor: Go on, ask me anything. I’m on fire!
Rose: What about Jack? Why’d he say goodbye?
Rose: Well hurry up then!
Rose: Welcome to the TARDIS.
Jack: Much bigger on the inside.
The Doctor: You better be.
Rose: I think what the Doctor is trying to say is, you may cut in.
The Doctor: Rose, I’ve just remembered.
Rose: What?
The Doctor: I can dance. I can dance!
Rose: Actually, Doctor, I thought Jack might like this dance.
The Doctor: I’m sure he would Rose. I’m absolutely certain. But who with?
Boom Town
Jack: She’s got a teleport. That’s cheating! Now we’re never gonna get her.
Rose: Oh, the Doctor’s very good at teleports.
The Doctor: How did you think of the name?
Margaret: What, Blaidd Drwg? It’s Welsh.
The Doctor: I know. But how did you think of it?
Margaret: Chose it at random, that’s all. I don’t know. Just sounded good. Does it matter?
The Doctor: Blaidd Drwg.
Rose: What’s it mean?
The Doctor: Bad Wolf.
Rose: But I’ve heard that before, “Bad Wolf”. I’ve heard that lots of times.
The Doctor: Everywhere we go, two words, following us: “Bad Wolf”
Rose: How can they be following us?
The Doctor less than convincingly: Nah! Just a coincidence. Like hearing a word on the radio then hearing it all day. Never mind.
Rose: We’ve got a prisoner. The police box is really a police box.
Bad Wolf
Rose: Hold on. I must be going mad. It can’t be. This looks like—
Producer: Android activated!
Rose: Oh my god, the Android. The Anne-droid.
Anne-droid: Welcome. To the Weakest Link.
The Doctor: No! ‘Cause this is what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna rescue her. I’m gonna save Rose Tyler from the middle of the Dalek fleet, and then I’m gonna save the Earth. And then—just to finish off—I’m gonna wipe every last stinking Dalek out of the sky!
Dalek: But you have no weapons, no defenses, no plan.
The Doctor: Yeah! And doesn’t that scare you to death. Rose?
Rose: Yes Doctor?
The Doctor: I’m coming to get you.
The Parting of the Ways
Rose: You did it. Feels like I haven’t seen you in years.
The Doctor: I told you I’d come and get you.
Rose: I never doubted it.
The Doctor: I did.
Captain Jack: It’s been fun, but I guess this is goodbye.
Rose: Don’t talk like that. The Doctor’s gonna do it. You just, watch him.
Captain Jack: Rose, you are worth fighting for. kisses her. Wish I’d never met you Doctor. I was much better off as a coward. kisses him. to both: See you in hell.
The Doctor: If I’m very clever—and I’m more than clever, I’m brilliant—I might just save the world. Or rip it apart.
Rose: I’ll go for the first one.
The Doctor: Me too. Now, I’ve just got to go and power up the game station. Hold on!
And with that the Doctor sends Rose back to her time
The Doctor (hologram): This is Emergency Program One. Rose, now listen. This is important. If this message
is activated then it can only mean one thing: we must be in danger. And I mean fatal. I’m dead, or about to die any second with no chance of escape—
Rose: No!
The Doctor (hologram): —and that’s okay. I hope it’s a good death. But I promised to look after you and that’s what I’m doing. The TARDIS is taking you home—
Rose: I won’t let you.
The Doctor (hologram): —And I bet you’re fussing and moaning now. Typical. But just hold on and listen a bit more. The TARDIS can never return for me. Emergency Program One means I’m facing an enemy that should never get their hands on this machine. So this is what you should do: let the TARDIS die. Just let this old box gather dust. No one can open it, no one will even notice it. Let it become a strange little thing standing on a street corner. And over the years the world will move on and the box will be buried. And if you want to remember me, then you can do one thing. That’s all. One thing. The hologram turns to look at Rose. Have a good life. Do that for me, Rose. Have a fantastic life.
Rose: I can’t give up.
Jackie: Lock the door, walk away.
Rose: Dad wouldn’t give up.
Jackie: Well he’s not here, is he? And even if he was, he’d say the same.
Rose: No he wouldn’t. He’d tell me to try anything. If I could save the Doctor’s life, try anything.
Jackie: Well we’re never going to know.
Rose: Well I know. ‘Cause I met him. I met Dad.
Jackie: Don’t be ridiculous.
Rose: The Doctor took me back in time and I met Dad.
Jackie: Don’t say that.
Rose: Remember when Dad died? There was someone with him. A girl, a blonde girl. She held his hand. You saw her from a distance, Mom. You saw her! Think about it. That was me! You saw me!
Jackie: Stop it!
Rose: That’s how good the Doctor is!
Jackie: Stop it! Just stop it!
Jackie: Right. You’ve only got this until six o’clock, so get on with it.
Rose: Mom, where the hell’d you get that from?
Jackie: Rodrigo. He owes me a favor. Never mind why, but you were right about your dad, sweetheart. He was full of mad ideas. And this is exactly what he would have done.
Rose: I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words, I scatter them in time and space. A message to lead myself here.
The Doctor: Rose, you’ve got to stop this! You’ve got to stop this now! You’ve got the entire vortex running through your head. You’re going to burn.
Rose: I want you safe, my doctor. Protected from the false god.
Dalek Emperor: You can not hurt me. I am immortal.
Rose: You are tiny. I can see the whole of time and space. Every single atom of your existence. And I divide them. Everything must come to death. All things. Everything dies. The Time War ends.
Rose: I can see everything. All that is, all that was, all that ever could be.
The Doctor: That’s what I see. All the time. And doesn’t it drive you mad?
Rose: My head—
The Doctor: Come here.
Rose: —is killing me.
The Doctor: I think you need a doctor.
The Doctor: Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I.