Personnage - le dixième Docteur

People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint, it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.

Allons-y !

- TARDIS, Time Lord, yeah!
- Donna, human, no.

Are you my mummy?

- I just want a mate.
- You just want TO mate ?
- I just want A mate !
- You’re not mating with me, sunshine !

- What do you need, Doctor?
- Salt, I was miming salt! Salt! I need something salty!
- What about this? [Elle lui tend un sac]
- What is it?
- Salt!
- That’s too salty.
- Oh, that’s too salty!

- I love you.
- Quite right too. And I suppose, if it’s my last chance to say it… Rose Tyler… [Le docteur disparaît].

Do it, do it, do it, just do it.