I Would Rather Be Confused For 10

Steven Wrote To Me Today, Saying, 'don't You Feel Like Sticking Your Head Out Of The Window And Yelling, "i Don't Know What I'm Doing!!!"' Yes, Absolutely. Solidarity. Fear Is Always The Same. Different Worries With Different Scripts, But The Same Baseline Fear.

The Doctor: Rose... Before I Go, I Just Want To Tell You: You Were Fantastic. Absolutely Fantastic. And Do You Know What? [pause] So Was I!

I Am The Bad Wolf. I Create Myself. I Take The Words. I Scatter Them... In Time, And Space. A Message To Lead Myself Here.

Harriet Jones: Did You Notice When They Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It Doesn't Just Smell Like A Fart, If You'll Pardon The Word, It's Something Else. What Is It? It's More Like, Um... Rose Tyler: Bad Breath. Harriet Jones: That's It! The Doctor: Calcium Decay. Now That Narrows It Down!.. Calcium Phosphate. Organic Calcium. Living Calcium. Creatures Made Out Of Living Calcium. What Else - What Else? Hyphenated Surnames. Yes! That Narrows It Down To One Planet! Raxacoricofallapatorius! Mickey Smith: [sarcastically] Oh Yeah, Great! We Can Write 'em A Letter.

The Doctor: The Fourth Great And Bountiful Human Empire. And There It Is: Planet Earth At Its Height. Covered With Megacities, Five Moons, Population 96 Billion. The Hub Of A Galactic Domain, Stretching Across A Million Planets, A Million Species. With Mankind Right In The Middle. [adam Faints] The Doctor: [leans Towards Rose, Still Looking Out Over The Earth] He's Your Boyfriend.