We are not of this race. We are not of this earth. Susan and I are wanderers in the fourth dimension of time and space. Our lives are important—at least to us—as we see, so we learn…Our destiny is in the stars , so let’s go and search for it. My ship…my TARDIS… We are always in trouble! Isn’t it extraordinary—it follows us everywhere. Eh? Doctor who? What’s he talking about…? Eh? Doctor who? What’s he talking about…? If you could touch the alien sand and hear the cries of strange birds, and watch them wheel in another sky, would that satisfy you?
Mmmm… what’s that m’boy? The least important things, sometimes my dear boy, lead to the greatest discoveries. Yes? What is it? What do you want? So these are my replacements. A dandy and a clown. Alright? Of course I’m alright, my child. You know, I am so constantly outwitting the opposition, I tend to forget the delights and satisfaction of the gentle art of fisticuffs. We’re trying to defeat the Daleks, not start a jumble sale! I am the Doctor! The original you might say! He thinks I’m a charlatan, my Dear.
What is it? What do you want?
