Doctor Who

I Must Face Him, Alone!

Doctor Who, Futurama /

Meh. Humans dating robots is sick. You people wonder why I’m still single? It’s ’cause all the fine robot sisters are dating humans! Who are you, my warranty?! Isn’t it true that you have been paid for your testimony? Does anybody else feel jealous and aroused and worried? Leela’s gonna kill me. You, a bobsleder!? That I’d like to see! You guys aren’t Santa! You’re not even robots. How dare you lie in front of Jesus? Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Ow, my spirit! Tell her she looks thin. We’ll need to have a look inside you with this camera. Dr. Zoidberg, that doesn’t make sense. But, okay! Oh no! The professor will hit me! But if Zoidberg ‘fixes’ it… then perhaps gifts! You can see how I lived before I met you. Quite possible. We live long and are celebrated poopers. Good news, everyone! I’ve taught the toaster to feel love! You’re going back for the Countess, aren’t you? Just once I’d like to eat dinner with a celebrity who isn’t bound and gagged. Dear God, they’ll be killed on our doorstep! And there’s no trash pickup until January 3rd. I daresay that Fry has discovered the smelliest object in the known universe! Hey! I’m a porno-dealing monster, what do I care what you think? Bender! Ship! Stop bickering or I’m going to come back there and change your opinions manually! Professor, make a woman out of me. With gusto. Good news, everyone! There’s a report on TV with some very bad news! I’ll get my kit! I’m a thing.

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Symmetry: A Palindromic Film

Dexter, Doctor Who /

You hit me with a cricket bat. They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! You hit me with a cricket bat. You’ve swallowed a planet! You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things.…hey.…the good things don’t always soften the bad things; but vice-versa the bad things don’t necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant. 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? Did I mention we have comfy chairs? They’re not aliens, they’re Earth…liens! It’s a fez. I wear a fez now. Fezes are cool. You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? Annihilate? No. No violence. I won’t stand for it. Not now, not ever, do you understand me?! I’m the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm – and you basically meant beat them in a football match, didn’t you? Heh-haa! Super squeaky bum time! 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? You know how I sometimes have really brilliant ideas? Did I mention we have comfy chairs? You hate me; you want to kill me! Well, go on! Kill me! KILL ME! Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. I hate yogurt. It’s just stuff with bits in. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. I am the last of my species, and I know how that weighs on the heart so don’t lie to me! Stop talking, brain thinking. Hush. Sorry, checking all the water in this area; there’s an escaped fish. All I’ve got to do is pass as an ordinary human being. Simple. What could possibly go wrong? You’ve swallowed a planet! 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? Father Christmas. Santa Claus. Or as I’ve always known him: Jeff.

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