I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don't know why. Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I've always known him: Jeff. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME!
Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don't know why. You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME!
No… It's a thing; it's like a plan, but with more greatness.
You know when grown-ups tell you 'everything's going to be fine' and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better? I'm the Doctor. Well, they call me the Doctor. I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too. I still don't know why.
- You know when grown-ups tell you 'everything's going to be fine' and you think they're probably lying to make you feel better?
- I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don't lie to me!
- I hate yogurt. It's just stuff with bits in.