*throwing Bread Out Of Door* And Stay

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.

I Love Having Debates With People When They Are Debates But Some People, You Just Can't. Some People Shouldn't Be Given The Oxygen.

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!

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.

There's Nothing Better Than A Party That Turns Into A Death Trap.