“Sic transit gloria mundi… Tuesday is usually worse.”
“Sir, the Arcturans have destroyed the remainder of the fleet. I sent a distress signal to all ships across the galaxy, BUT we’re headed straight into their sun, and our engines are about to explode.”
"I have not yet begun to fight. "
“Now would be a great time to start.”
You wanna conquer the world, you’re going to need lawyers, right?
Remember, the enemy’s gate is down.
Listen to me. Just listen. The Daleks have no conscience. No mercy. No pity. They are my oldest and deadliest enemy. You cannot trust them.
Get away from her, you bitch!
Kiss my shiny, metal @$$!
It was not quite the kiss of a child.
I notice you’re still working with polymers.
I don’t know such stuff. I just do eyes.
Look around you—can you form some sort of rudimentary lathe?!
Dammit, Jim, I’m a doctor, not a mechanic!
Keep watching the skies!
Look! Up in the sky! It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s…
It’s… Time to die…
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
And, incidentally, she’s been doing this job since before I was born.
Well, uh, double dumb-ass on you!
There is a theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable. There is another theory which states that this has already happened.