As We All Know, It Is The

Hitler: Thank You, Whoever You Are. I Think You Just Saved My Life. The Doctor: Believe Me... It Was An Accident.

The Trouble With A Series As It Gets Older Is It Can Feel Like A Tradition, And Tradition Is The Enemy Of Suspense, And It's The Enemy Of Comedy. It's The Enemy Of Everything, Really. So You Have To Shake It Up.

The Doctor...is Embarrassingly Human For An Alien.

[the Doctor, Capt. Jack And Rose Are Cornered By The Empty Children.] The Doctor: Go To Your Room! Go To Your Room! I Mean It. I'm Very, Very Angry With You. I'm Very, Very Cross! Go! To! Your! Room! [the Children Lurch Away And Obey Him.] I'm Really Glad That Worked. Those Would Have Been Terrible Last Words.

Everybody Knows That Everybody Dies. But Not Every Day. Not Today. Some Days Are Special. Some Days Are So, So Blessed. Some Days, Nobody Dies At All. Now And Then, Every Once In A Very Long While, Every Day In A Million Days, When The Wind Stands Fair And The Doctor Comes To Call, Everybody Lives.